We had some grand times, too. During our affair years, we’d meet at a church on Virginia Street we dubbed The Virginia Bed & Breakfast. We had a 10-day house-boat trip on Lake Powell Reservoir, we got married in the Bahamas and visited Hawaii and Cancun.
Oddly, one of our most fun one-day outings was a George Thorogood show at Red Butte Garden. George was in fine form: The music was loud, simple, and direct. And George left a quart of blood on the stage.
One thing I find amusing is George has as many "Greatest Hits" and "Live" albums as he has studio releases. He rode that pony right into the ground, don’t you think?
Anyway, one summer night seven or so years ago, Thorogood was just what the doctor ordered. Everything came together perfectly, and I mean everything.