New Jersey Rocks!

To paraphrase someone, the family that rocks together, stays together.  Last night, Janet, Johanna, Sean, Amanda and I saw Bruce Springsteen at Giants Stadium, the last set of concerts there before they tear it down (Springsteen stands were selling T-shirts fot the "Wrecking Ball," a song he wrote about it).  He played from 8:20 to almost 11:30 without intermission.  We had general admission tickets on the field, no seats, stood the whole time and had a blast.  At one point, the Boss came down onto the field and Janet got to paw him all over his back.  You can't take the Jersey teenager out of her.  The New York denizens tok shuttle buses out and Janet and I stayed the night in a hotel next to the sports complex.  In the shuttle van going from the hotel to the stadium Janet and I were the only concert-goers from east of the Mississippi, including one who had flown from Australia and one from London.  The best concert I have ever seen.  Thank you Johanna for getting the tickets.

Janet and I are now doing dialysis doggy-style on Bridget, and the tests show it's working to overcome her kidney failure.  She's 18 years old.  Three times a week we insert an IV and force 200 ccs of solution into her, where it shows up as a baloon under her skin, which then gets absorbed over the next hour or so.  Did you know this?  Janet is also administering other meds.  Bridget must think we are trying to torture her.  But it's working, which is nice.