U2? Me Too.

Including their performance on July 31, I've been going to U2 shows for 30 years. That makes me old, and U2 older.
I wrote a little essay for Medium.com about some of those concerts, and what it all means.
One I left out by mistake: 1987, hitch-hiking after class on a Friday from Kingston, Rhode Island to Boston to see U2 at the old Boston Garden.
We made it to Boston; I recall riding in the back of a pickup truck. We got tickets off a scalper. It was pouring when we found the way to Boston College on the T, surprised a high school friend, and slept on his floor.