At times he waxed philosophical and faced his mortality and other times discussed some of the loves in his life. He had a come-to-Jesus moment and together (with 50,000 of our closest friends) we sang Sweet Caroline at the top of our lungs...5 times! Not bad for a fella who's practically old enough to be my grandpa!
Here's one we didn't get a chance to hear...
(He's still just as stylish as ever!) While we didn't get to experience the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders tonight there was a snazzy trio of ladies that helped to re-kindle my secret desire to be a 60s era back-up singer (ala the Supremes). Those people get to have all the fun! Where does one go to school for that?
Oh, and there was a harmonica! It doesn't get much better than that!