
I bought two tickets to the Todd Rundgren concert, but as the day grew near no one was willing to go with me – my friends had evaporated. I imagined driving at top speed out of town toward the arena, but never arriving. Somewhere along the interstate, I smashed the car into a wall, and in a twist of steel and concrete the story ended. But I wasn’t brave enough to endure that split second of terror and pain, and have come to realize I traded it for another that is still unfolding. The unused ticket has been at ease in its envelope all this time, and if I had never arrived at the concert so would I. I never would have gone through what I’m writing about today.
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David Holzel writes from Maryland. He's available for concert reviews. Some of his writing is at home at The Jewish Angle.
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