Twenty-four years ago, my sister, her lousy boyfriend, and I had just completed a road trip from Salt Lake City to my family's home in Portland, Oregon. What occasion would make us get into my sister's VW Rabbit (aka The Great Pumpkin) that vibrated once it hit 55 mph? This magazine that was taped to my door as a homecoming greeting held the answer:
We were en route to the Tacoma Dome to see one of the last Police concerts. The Police were the soundtrack for my high school and college life. At one time, my roommate and I even had a wall of Sting up in our common room. I didn't know that I would have to wait so long to see them perform again. But tomorrow night, I am taking my sister and her stellar husband to McAfee Coliseum to hear them play again. I hope it was worth the wait!