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As I began my vacation in the Canadian Rockies, thrilled that for 2 weeks I would be unreachable by phone, I received an email message from a friend that was utterly disturbing.  Suddenly being thousands of miles from home in a country where I had no phone to contact my friend was not quite as wonderful as it had been moments before I read the email.

My friend had to go away on business for a few days.  Her husband and teenaged daughter drove her to the airport.  That trip was perhaps the last “normal” moment she will have for a while.

I should interject that her teenaged daughter is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen in person, with long dark hair, piercing dark eyes and a figure “to die for” as the saying goes.  She has been approached to work as a model and I think she could make real money doing just that.

On the way home, after they dropped off my friend, her husband stopped and bought alcohol (the drinking kind not the rubbing kind) for his underaged daughter.  I suspect he had some himself.  He then proceeded to make sexual advances to his daughter!!  Yes, you read that right!!  His daughter was able to fight off the advances, so there was no physical damage;  however, the psychological trauma was devastating.

This incident is what led to my title.  I discussed the whole thing with my husband, since he is a man (big surprise there, I know), and he was as puzzled as I was.  How could a man do something like that to his own child?

Yes, the alcohol provided some fuel, to be sure.  But the alcohol did not put the idea into this man’s head.  What is it with men?

If you think about the sexual abuse of children (at any age), the offenders are most often men.  Women (sane ones, at least) do not damage children – especially their own.  Women protect their children.  In the culture of the Native Americans I work with, children (and women) are considered sacred.  They are the ones who carry life into the future.  I’m sure it has occurred, but I have never personally heard about or read about a mother who has sexually molested her child.  I have heard about many men who have done such things!

Again I ask, what is it with men?

Yes, I’ve read the clichés about men thinking with their penises rather than their brains.  I can see how teenaged boys can get carried away, when the strength of those urges are new and unfamiliar.  But a man who is old enough to have a 17 year old daughter is a man who is old enough to have learned how to control his sexual urges.  A man who is a father ought to be the protector of his family, not the one who damages his family!

My friend is a strong woman who is very protective of her children and her family.  She would often speak of how much she loved her husband and her children.  She is such a positive person and a role model for those around her.  Now she is trying to figure out how to explain these things to her teenaged children — and to herself.

I am so angry for her.  I’d like to slap this man upside the head and ask him  what on God’s good earth could have made him think this was okay to do, alcohol or not!  But I know I’d get the typical answers:  I didn’t know what I was doing; the alcohol made me do it; I just couldn’t control myself.

Baloney!

You all know what I’d really like to do to him – I don’t have to spell it out, I’m sure. . .

Maybe I should put the soapbox away for the time being, before I get carried away.  After all, I’m a woman – I know how to maintain self-control.

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Before I got into my concert review, let me preface this post by admonishing you that you should not, if at all possible, buy concert tickets months ahead and then plan to fly across country unexpectedly at 6 AM the next morning.  I say this from experience because that is exactly what I am doing.  In fact, I’m writing this in O’Hare Airport in Chicago as I try to stay awake between legs of my flight from Hartford, CT to Rapid City, SD.  But more on the trip another time.  Suffice it to say that, if you are 59 years old, it isn’t as easy to stay up over 24 hours as you recall from your youth.

Now – to the concert.  It was good.  Not great, but good.  Actually, 2 of the 3 bands were great and the one that wasn’t might surprise you.

Night Ranger opened the night.  I had not heard of them before (I’ve led a sheltered life, I guess – kidding!) but I am open-minded when it comes to music.  They were actually quite good, with plenty of energy and enough personality to warm up the late arriving crowd.  I particularly enjoyed a song titled “When You Close Your Eyes.”  Their set was not long, as you would expect for an opening act and perhaps deserved to be longer.

Foreigner, a favorite of my husband’s, performed next.  They were fabulous.  Yes, I had heard of them.  Yes, I like their music.  But they were even better in live performance, in my humble and musically uneducated opinion.  The energy they had was nothing short of phenomenal.  They hit every cue.  They truly entertained as well as singing their hearts out!  I would definitely go to see them again.

I had seen Journey in concert last year, when they were touring with Heart.  It had been a fabulous concert.  I would rank it in the top concerts I’ve been to.  Arnel Pineda was astounding in that concert – sounding so much like Steven Perry that you had to pay attention to remember that it was not Perry singing.  So of course I had high expectations for Journey last night.

Journey was a disappointment this time.  For all the running and jumping around that Arnel Pineda did, Journey lacked energy musically.  The songs they chose for their program were unfortunate.  They decided to include several new selections, which would have perhaps been okay had they not put them all consecutively.  The audience did not recognize them.  You could feel the energy that had been building in the audience dissipate like a rapidly deflating balloon,

The biggest disappointment was Arnel Pineda himself.  He was as bad last night as he had been great in the previous concert I saw.  He seemed to forget words, seemed to be singing at a different tempo than the rest of the band and seemed more interested in making contact with the ladies in the audience than in the music.  I mused about the possible reasons as they performed.  Fatigue?  But the rest of the band had been on the same tour.  Illness?  Possible.  I hoped so – because the third thing that came to mind, based on how he looked when they did close-ups of him on the video screens was that he was high on something that was not enhancing his performance.  Whatever the cause, the result was really bad music.

There were actually a couple of things that made an impression on me that were not related to the music.  One was the venue.  The concert took place at the Comcast Center in Mansfield, MA.  I had been there twice before, but not for quite some time.  It is an outdoor venue with a covered pavilion, additional uncovered seating and lawn seating, all in an amphitheater style.  I found that it was quite a climb uphill before heading back down to our seats in the covered area.  The seats were not very comfortable, which may be a good part of the reason many fans, who had paid for “seats,” chose to stand for almost the entire concert.  I had to switch seats with my husband after a short time because the man who was seated on the other side of me (with my fibromyalgia I cannot stand) was having a great time standing and dancing.  I, on the other hand, was not enjoying his butt in my face as he invaded my “seat space” with his dance.  I don’t begrudge anyone the right to dance and have fun at a concert, but I really didn’t enjoy his act.  There was a couple in the row in front of us who typified those who have no respect for others.  They stood for the entire show.  When people behind them asked them to sit, this couple told them they should stand too, if they wanted to see.  The fact is that many people like me have “invisible disabilities” that prevent them from doing that.  Exuberance is one thing.  Rudeness and disrespect is quite another.

There was some kind of fire that caused a foul odor and smoke.  No one was evacuated and I have no idea what was burning.  I do know that it was putrid.  The upper level rest rooms were abysmal.  The toilets would not flush due to weak water pressure.  After a while I’m sure they weren’t flushing for other reasons.  I didn’t go back to those rest rooms.  The lower level did not seem to have the same issue.

You may think me strange for saying this, but the thing that impressed me most through the night had nothing to do with musicians, fans or venue.  What impressed me most was the stage crew.

The sets for Night Ranger and Foreigner were different and required some changes but the changes were small – rearrange the stairs and instruments.  However, the set used by Journey was entirely different.  The crew removed every bit of the first set, right down to the mats on the stage, then replaced it with the video screens, signage and instruments that Journey required (I wished their music had been as well done as their set).  That doesn’t sound like a big deal for guys (and one gal) who do this for a living, I guess.  But the fact that it was all done in 15 minutes was amazing!!  That was it – 15 minutes and Journey could take the stage.  I wondered why the Commonwealth of Massachusetts cannot find road construction crews who work that quickly and that well!!

By the time we got home from the concert it was 12:30 AM today.  If I had gone to sleep, I’d have had to get up at 3 AM to get ready to leave for the airport.  I’d never have done it.  So I stayed up, finished packing and hoped to get some sleep on the planes.  Since I’m finishing this on the second leg of my trip to SD, you can see that “sleep on the plane” thing didn’t work.

I ought to sleep really well tonight!!  I think the concert was worth it . . . I think.

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