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Chapter Twenty-Five
Sam woke late the next morning, tired from his night of dancing but contented, mainly because of the woman that slept across his chest. They had stayed out till the disco closed, and Susie had come back with him to the hotel without either of them really discussing it. Sam had ordered them room service sandwiches and beers, and the night had progressed naturally until they were tangled in bed.
With her hair loose and make up washed away, Susie looked peaceful as she slept. Sam ran a hand up and down the smooth skin of her bare back, feeling her warmth. She stirred and nuzzled in closer to him.
"Morning," Sam said.
"Morning," she mumbled.
"You hungry?"
She opened one blue eye and looked up at him. "That depends. Do I have to leave this bed to eat?"
"Nope," Sam said happily. "I can get room service for us."
She sat up slowly, baring her chest to the cool air, and nodded. "Then yes, I am very hungry."
Sam kissed her cheek and rolled over and out of bed. He went to the phone and ordered fruit, eggs, and coffee for them then pulled on a pair of pants from the end of the bed.
"This is a fancy place for a construction worker," Susie said. "I didn't really look last night. Do you really wear a hard hat or are you the owner?"
"I'm not the owner," Sam said. "I just have a friend that hooked me up with a good deal."
"Neat."
"Be right back," Sam said.
He went into the bathroom and used the toilet and then brushed his teeth. He checked his reflection in the mirror and saw that his cheeks were flushed healthily and his eyes were bright. Spending time with Susie had been good for him.
He went back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as Susie stretched luxuriantly behind him. When the knock at the door came, Sam answered and exchanged the trolley of food for a generous tip. He wheeled it into the room and asked Susie what she would like. She glanced over the trolley and asked coffee and eggs. Sam spooned some eggs onto a plate from the covered platter and handed them to her with a fork. She took them and sighed happily at the first bite. Sam filled a bowl with fruit salad for himself and sat down beside her to eat in companionable silence.
When they had finished, Sam took the plate and bowl back to the trolley and went to his suitcase to find clean clothes.
"What are you planning to do today?" Susie asked.
"I'm showering," Sam said. "But after that I have no idea. The concert isn't till tomorrow, so I have a day to spend in the city. I've already done most of the touristy things, but I'm sure there's plenty more to see."
"Have you been to Queen's Village yet?"
"I've never even heard of it," Sam admitted.
"It's great!" she said enthusiastically. "It's full of eclectic stores and buildings. There's great food there, too. I can show you around if you like?"
Sam grinned. "I'd love that." He didn't want to part company with her already. He'd enjoyed himself with Susie, and a day in the city together sounded great. It would be interesting to have a local's perspective, too, and it sounded like his kind of place. He traveled a lot in his life but rarely enjoyed the sights.
"I'll have to go home for clean clothes," she said.
"Do you have to?" Sam asked, not wanting to lose any time together. "Can't we just buy you something new?"
She laughed. "I guess we can. Why not? I like shopping."
Sam grinned. "Great. I'll shower and then we can go."
"Hmm, a shower," she said. "I need to do that, too."
"We can share," Sam suggested. "It's pretty big."
Her eyes lingered on his bare chest a moment and then she threw back the bedclothes and walked toward him, her naked body sashaying. "Sharing it is," she said.
Sam grabbed a spare towel from the small closet and followed her into the bathroom.
Queen Village was unlike anything Sam had seen before. The houses were clearly historic but decorated in many colors with adornments that made them look fresh and new. Colorful flower boxes sat under windows and cellar entrances were brightly painted. Sam loved it.
As it was Susie's town, Sam let her direct them around. They started in a thrift store where she found an outfit and more comfortable shoes to replace her stacked heels. The store owner let her stash her old clothes behind the counter to pick up later so they weren't burdened with them while exploring.
They went from the store to a coffee shop where the interior was as interesting as the expansive menu. The walls were covered with eclectic art and there was a huge noticeboard papered with Polaroid pictures of customers. Sam and Susie had ordered and been served their coffees when a young barista came to their table armed with the camera and asked if they wanted to be added to the wall of fame. Susie was eager, so Sam posed with his arm around her and then watched as the image of them developed and was pinned to the wall.
It was strange, he thought, to have his image up there with Susie's. The looked like a couple to an outside observer, and though they had spent the night together, they were not that. Sam didn't even know her last name. Their time together was limited to the weekend. Sam doubted he would ever see her again after. They lived a thousand miles apart and they had completely different lives. Sam couldn't leave Lawrence. Even if he could, what kind of life could they have with Sam's situation? This had to be one weekend of magic to be remembered by both but not repeated. The idea didn't make him sad. It was a pleasant interlude in what was his usual absent love life.
When they had finished their coffees, they left the café hand in hand and wandered along Fabric Row. The wares on sale didn't particularly interest Sam, but Susie said she liked to make her own clothes, and she was happy to browse the displays while Sam waited patiently. When she had selected some fabrics and arranged to collect them at a later time, they moved on.
The fabric stores were interspersed with antique stores and more cafés. They explored the antiques, something Sam hadn't done since he was preparing his Palo Alto apartment with Jessica. He'd been looking for bargains to furnish then; this time he was just seeing the different items and comparing prices. Susie liked to talk about each piece, trying to imagine the lives they'd had before finding the store. What flowers had that nineteenth century vase held and what kind of home had it been in?
They moved onto South Street and Sam rushed ahead, dragging Susie after him by a hand, when he spotted a record store. In the window was a Metallica poster, advertising their current Ride The Lightning tour. Sam stared at the poster. Dean had a cassette of the album the tour was promoting, something he'd inherited from John, and Sam was here seeing the brand new poster for it. It was so strange. He had been living this life for seven years, but he was still sometimes caught off guard by the things he saw that linked to his real time. He went into the store and saw the counters covered in stacks of records. There were shelves of cassettes, too, and even a few of the relatively new CDs. Sam went straight to the rock records and began to flip through them. There were treasures on offer. Brand new copies of Houses of the Holy and Physical Graffiti among Powerage and Back in Black. Sam created a pile of ones he wanted to buy then delved in again.
"You're a rock fan then," Susie said, examining the piles records.
"Not really" Sam said. "It's my brother. He loves this stuff. I am getting some gifts for him." The fact Sam had to wait twenty-five years to give these gifts meant little to him. When Dean did finally get them, he would be happy; he would also know Sam had been thinking of him during these years he'd lived without him.
When Sam had a pile of all the albums he thought Dean would like, he carried it to the counter and waited as the clerk rang up the sale. He obviously shared Dean's taste in music as he extolled on each record as he packaged them. Sam paid and picked up the heavy bag of his purchases. He and Susie thanked the clerk and left.
"Your brother is going to be happy," Susie said. "He's got a generous brother."
"He deserves it. He's done a lot for me over our lives."
She linked their hands again as they set off along the street. "It's good that you appreciate it."
"I do," Sam said fervently.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. "You're a good brother."
Sam stopped and looked at her. "You can get that from a dozen records?"
"I know it because of the way you look when you talk about him. You don't see him much, do you?"
"No," Sam said. "And it will be a while before I can see him again."
"You miss him," she stated.
"More than anything," Sam admitted.
She nodded. "A good brother."
They started walking again and Susie pointed them to a park with a children's playpark. "You want to sit a while?"
"Sure," Sam said.
They crossed the narrow street and went through a gate into the park and to a bench. Susie sat close to Sam, keeping their hands linked. She leaned her head against his shoulder and asked, "What happens tomorrow, Sam?"
Sam frowned. "What do you mean?"
"This has been great, spending time with you, but you'll go home to Kansas after the concert and I'll never see you again."
Sam sighed. "I've enjoyed spending time with you, too."
"But you will go home?"
"I have to," Sam said. "I have a life in Kansas, a family. I'm not married," he added quickly. "But my best friend has a son and he's very important to me. I can't leave them."
"So this is just a whirlwind romance that ends tonight?" She didn't sound upset. It was more that she was confirming what she already knew to herself.
"It doesn't have to end tonight," Sam said. "I have a spare ticket for the concert."
She straightened and looked at him. "For real?"
Sam grinned at her excitement and the dated—to him—slang. "Yeah. Do you want to come?"
"I'd love to!"
"Then it's a whirlwind that ends tomorrow."
"That sounds better," she said. "What about tonight?"
"We can get you more clothes for tomorrow," Sam suggested with a smile. "You can come back to the hotel with me tonight."
She pretended to consider for a moment. "I can do that."
Sam kissed her. "Good."
She leaned her head against him again and Sam rested his cheek against her hair. He barely knew her and this was only ever destined to be brief, but he liked Susie and thought he was going to think of her long after the thrill of the concert had left him.
While Susie showered the next morning, Sam stood in front of the mirror, bare-chested to the waist, and examined his reflection. The longer he looked, the more he became aware that he had to do something about his appearance. The fact was he didn't look a day older in the face than he had the day he'd arrived in 1978. He couldn't hope to get away with it much longer. He needed to make a change.
He examined his reflection from each angle, seeing the hair that reached his shoulders despite the visits to the barber he'd made over the years. For a moment he considered having it cut short. He hadn't had much choice in his own hairstyle growing up; it was cut when John remembered to arrange it and left long the rest of the time. When he'd gone to college, he'd let it grow as a form of rebellion, taking control of that part of himself. It had become longer as the years went by, but perhaps a change like that would draw attention from his face. Dean would be pleased if he was there. There was always good-natured teasing about Sam's long hair from him. He didn't want to cut it though. It had become more than rebellion. It was him. He wasn't going to leave it as it was. That didn't solve the problem though; he needed to do something.
He ran a hand over his stubbled jaw and considered the other option: a beard. He'd never gone more than a few days without shaving before. Keeping groomed was something John had instilled in him and Dean years before. But it might be the answer. He could leave off shaving a while and see if it made a difference. If it didn't, he wasn't sure what else he could do.
He washed his face, feeling the scratch of stubble, and then went back into his room to dress in a t-shirt he'd bought from Queen Village the day before.
When Susie came out and dressed, they gathered their belongings in backpacks and Sam checked he had the camera he'd bought especially for the concert then they left the room and wandered down the hall to the elevators. Though they traveled down in silence, the excitement they were both feeling was like a crackle on the air for Sam. He felt enlivened by it.
They hailed a cab outside the hotel and climbed in when it stopped in front of them. When Sam gave the address, the cabbie, a middle-aged woman said, "You're going to the concert, huh? Good you're going early. There is a queue forming already. Should be a good day. I get off in a couple hours, so I'm going to watch it on TV."
"It's going to be amazing," Susie enthused.
Sam smiled to himself. He was glad he'd found someone special to give the spare ticket to, and he was looking forward to spending another day with her.
They soon arrived at the stadium, and Sam saw what the cabbie had meant about a queue. The crowd was already clamoring at the entrance. He paid the fare and then he and Susie rushed into the unordered people waiting to get inside.
As more people arrived, they were jostled about as everyone tried to get to the front. If this was just to get in, Sam thought, what was it going to be like at the front of the stage? He planned to be there, so he would soon find out.
The crowd was larger than ever by the time an excited murmur ran through the crowd from the front, saying the gates were opening. Sam and Susie pulled their tickets from their bags and clutched them tightly in their hands. As the crowd began to move forward, Sam gripped Susie's hand and said, "When we get in there, run like hell and don't let go of my hand. We're getting to the front."
Susie giggled. "Yes, sir. Just don't run too fast with those massive legs of yours."
"I can carry you," Sam offered.
She punched his arm. "I may be short but I'm not a child. I'll keep up." She considered then grinned. "And if I don't, you have my permission to pick me up and carry me wherever you like."
The queue began to move forward, and Sam and Susie moved with it. When they reached the front, they handed their tickets to a man in a black uniform and he tore them in two, handing one piece back to them and dropping the other in a box beside him. "Have fun," he said, gesturing them through.
They walked through the small turnstile and then set off running. They had to pass concession stands and portable toilets before they were in the main stadium, and then they were free to sprint. Susie, despite her short stature, kept up with Sam, and they were both laughing as they ran towards the stage. They weren't the only ones running. Most people seemed to have had the same idea as them. It was a race to get a prime position. The very front of the stage was already taken, but Sam and Susie got prime positions just a couple rows back. They were going to have a great view of it all, Sam even more as he was so much taller.
It was going to be great.
By nine o'clock, the stadium was packed to breaking point. When Sam looked back, he saw a sea of people. He took some pictures of it to show Missouri and James what it had been like.
It was also hot, seeming to get warmer by the minute. Sam wondered just how bad it would be when the afternoon sun blazed. Susie had already shed her overshirt and tied it around her waist. She was now wearing a red vest and denim shorts.
Just as Sam was considering shedding his shirt, there was movement on the stage. Bernard Watson came out and greeted the crowd. There was a roar of sound in return, and the whole stadium seemed filled with static energy and excitement. He sang a couple songs to warm the crowd and then the real excitement began.
"I am pleased to welcome to the stage a man that needs no introduction. Ladies and gentlemen, Mister Jack Nicholson."
The roar that had met Bernard Watson was nothing compared to the reaction as Jack Nicholson walked onto the stage. It must have been audible for miles around. He came out smiling, looking cool and comfortable in his black shirt and shades, despite the heat.
"Good morning, Philadelphia," he said. "Say hello to the world." The crowd erupted with noise and his next words were lost. He waited until they had calmed somewhat and then said, "It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you a woman whose voice has always been heard when a just cause needed her song. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present you with, and please welcome, the incomparable Joan Baez."
Sam's fist punched the air and he cheered as she came on stage. He had looked forward to seeing her as much as anyone at the concert. Her music was a part of his life—Jessica had loved it—and she was a great woman. Her name had been attached to causes of all kinds over the years, and Sam admired her strength and resilience in what she had done for the world.
Susie tugged Sam's shoulder, and he bent to hear her over the noise around them. "She's incredible!"
Sam nodded. "She is." Her music wasn't necessarily his taste, but it was powerful and a link to Jessica for him.
Joan Baez lifted her hands, and the crowd quieted to listen. "Good morning children of the eighties, and others."
Sam grinned. He was definitely an 'other'. The eighties were his home now, but he never forgot that he belonged in 2010 with Dean and the rest of his small family.
"This is your Woodstock," she went on, "and it's long overdue."
Sam added his voice to the huge cheer that erupted in the stadium. He looked down and saw there were tears in Susie's eyes. He understood how she felt; it was a powerful moment.
"And it's nice to know that the money out of your pocket will go to food to feed hungry children."
There was another cheer.
"I can think of no more glorious way of starting our part of the day than by saying grace together which means that each of us thanks his or her god for the many blessings each of us has in a world in which so many people have nothing. And when we say this grace we reach deep inside out hearts and souls and say that we will move a little from the comfort of our lives to understand their hurt, their pain, and their discomfort. That will make our lives richer and their lives real!"
The roar of the crowd went on as she began to sing Amazing Grace with them, and Sam felt a lump form in his throat. In that moment he did as she asked. He tried to put himself in the place of the people starving in Africa. He tried to imagine how it felt to wake up knowing that day would be pain and hunger with no end in sight. He tried to imagine how it felt to see the ones you loved, men, women and children all around you, starving, too.
He felt a chill work down his back at the thought and his mind shied away from it. He had seen his brother die so many times, the worst time the last time, when the hounds had come, and those were the worst memories of his life, but he couldn't understand how it would have felt to watch him die slowly in front of his eyes, wasting away until his body had nothing left to go on with. How that slow death might have felt was almost more terrifying than Sam's memories of the night the hounds had dragged Dean to Hell.
He put an arm around Susie's shoulders and hugged her against him. She was shaking, and he knew she was overcome with emotion, too.
Joan Baez moved seamlessly from Amazing Grace into We Are The World, and the energy around them changed; it became energized again as people began to clap along to the beat. Sam stared at her face, so close on the stage, and he just took in the moment. He was listening to Joan Baez sing, at Live Aid, in 1985.
In some ways, Michael had cursed him, but he had also given him something incredible. These were memories Sam was going to treasure forever.
If Dean would have been jealous that Sam was feet from Jack Nicolson, it was nothing to how he would feel when he knew Sam was there for the Black Sabbath set. He and Sam had seen Ozzy play before, but seeing him up there with the original band was a different experience. It was history.
The crowd was rocking, surging forward as they pumped fists and roared with the music, and Sam moved with them. The music pulsed though them, the beat like a second heartbeat in Sam's chest.
Ozzy was in full glam metal silver and his hair was teased high. He belted out the lyrics with passion, making the crowd feel each word. Tony Lommi was dressed from head to toe in black leather, crucifixes waving as he attacked the guitar. Geezer Butler cradled his iconic bass and his fingers moved smoothly along the strings, producing the well-known chords to Iron Man. Behind them all, Bill Ward's long hair flew and his crucifix bounced on his chest as drumsticks pelted the skins, creating the beat Sam knew well from hours spend riding the highways in the Impala. It was an incredible moment that only grew when they changed into Paranoid.
"Let's see you going crazy!" Ozzy shouted as the opening strains started.
The crowd obeyed. Heads were thrown around and hair flew as people gave themselves over to the music, joining the energy of Ozzy on stage. Sam jumped up and down, hands raised until Susie grabbed his arm and tugged him down. He lowered himself and then grinned as she said, "Lift me up!"
He bent and lifted her onto his shoulders. He steadied himself, gripping her calves, wary of her balanced on him, but she had no such care. She threw herself around, and Sam had to spread his feet to balance as she rocked out above him.
This was what Dean needed to see, Sam thought. He should share this moment. Sam wished for him more than ever. Not just because he missed him—he always did—but because this was something Dean would kill to see. Black Sabbath reunited, in their prime, for this magical moment.
When Kevin Cronin came on stage in his long, metallic jacket with the sleeves rolled up, Sam laughed softly. It was pure 80s in a way Sam had studiously avoided. He himself had stripped to his t-shirt hours before to combat the intense July heat. His laughter increased when the opening strains of Can't Fight This Feeling began. Sam remembered Dean singing this in the car one time, on their way out of Nebraska after visiting The Roadhouse. Jo had played it on the jukebox and the song had evidently gotten stuck in his head. It had been a rare moment of lightness in the days following John's death, a moment when Dean didn't seem burdened by the cares of the world. It was all the more entertaining because Dean had professed to hate REO Speedwagon before that. Sam was amused to hear it here, today, on a day Dean was close in his thoughts.
Susie evidently loved the song as she put her arm around Sam's back and swayed gently to the music. Sam held her back and allowed himself to feel the pleasure of having her there with him on what would be their last real day together. For a moment he considered letting it be more, coming back to see her, but he knew it wasn't right. She could have no real future with him the way she deserved. He apparently wasn't aging, and eventually she would notice. It wasn't right. He felt the swell of emotion though, and assuaged it by leaning down and kissing her hair. She looked up at him and Sam thought there was understanding in her gaze. Perhaps she was thinking and feeling the same.
REO Speedwagon gave way to Crosby, Stills and Nash and they were followed by Judas Priest which Sam enjoyed for the associated memories. Bryan Adams got a great reaction as did Simple Minds, and Susie loved The Pretenders. Sam enjoyed them all; not necessarily for their music but for the fact they were all standing up and doing this to make a difference to people that really needed it. Money was being raised, more after Bob Geldof's impassioned plea that was streamed to the screens in Philadelphia, and even more after the video was shown of the people they were there to help. Images of the vast difference in the blessed lives of those in the stadium to the people they were seeing was absolute. They were all human, with human loves and needs, but that was where it ended. None of the people in the stadium were going home that night not knowing where their next meal would come from. They all had amazing lives in comparison. Starving people, from babies to old men, filled the screen with Drive by The Cars playing over them. It was an incredibly emotional moment, to see their suffering, and Sam vowed to himself to donate even more money to the cause when he was home.
He wasn't the only one with tears in his eyes as it finished.
The next act Sam was looking forward to was Santana, and he felt a thrill of excitement as Carlos Santana led the band onto the stage. Susie was excited, too. She had told Sam they were among her favorites. He snapped pictures on her pointing at the stage and grinning, and she took some of him in return.
When the strains of Brotherhood began, she handed the camera to a woman beside her in the crowd and said something Sam couldn't hear. Confused, he waited for an explanation, but she didn't speak; she just took his hands and started to dance. Sam moved in time with the music, too, only understanding when he looked to the side and saw the woman with the camera taking pictures of them. He was glad he'd brought extra rolls of film—he'd already filled two—as she was snapping them with abandon.
Sam was glad he would have these pictures of Susie to bolster the memories of their weekend.
The day cooled as night fell. Sam felt no hint of tiredness though. He was still buzzing with energy with the rest of the crowd
The bands came and went, with standout performances from The Cars, Neil Young, Eric Clapton, and Phil Collins who had made the transatlantic journey from London but still came energized and ready for the second crowd. Led Zeppelin stood out only in their failure. Sam knew it was technical faults that plagued them and lack of rehearsal time, but something that could have been great was a disappointment. Sam was glad that Dean wasn't there for that.
Susie was overwhelmed to see Madonna and she settled on Sam's shoulders again and almost filled a roll of film with pictures of her. Sam was pleased to see her so happy. He was happy, too, but the awareness that it was almost over tried to cast a cloud over him. He had experienced something amazing with someone amazing, and when Jack Nicholson introduced Bob Dylan, Ron Wood and Keith Richards to close the concert, he felt the mood change in the crowd. People were still ready to rock but the fact it was coming to a close impacted them all.
They played Ballad Of Horace Brown and When the Ship Comes In and Sam loved both. When the opening of Blowin' in the Wind was played, Susie wrapped her arms around Sam and they slow danced to the music among the now quiet crowd. Sam held her against him and wished it could be more. He didn't want it to end. He wasn't ready for it to be over—any of it. He didn't want to lose Susie, he didn't want the concert to end, he didn't want to leave Philadelphia and go back to his life. He wanted to see Missouri and James, he wanted to talk to George, and he wanted to be ready if Rufus or one of his friends needed help, but he'd had an amazing time, the best since he'd arrived in 1978, and he would be sad to see it end.
As the song came to a close, Susie pulled Sam's head down and kissed him. Sam returned it with passion, knowing it was the last time he would have it with her. The crowd around them cheered the end of the song and Sam let it wash over him, just enjoying the moment.
It wasn't until Jack Nicholson came out onto the stage again and introduce the last number, USA For Africa, that they broke apart.
Act after act came onto the stage, all smiling widely and holding hands out to the crowd as if wishing to embrace them. Hands reached for the air in return and the crowd cheered them. Sam had the feeling they were cheering more than the artists on the stage; they were cheering what had happened that day. They had all experienced something incredible and they were celebrating it.
Lionel Richie came to the center of the stage, and his smile was wide as he said, "What a glorious evening. There's something really special we want to do right now." After a pause to arrange the other artists on the crowded stage, he began to sing We are the World. When the chorus began, the crowd began to sing back to the stage. It was a powerful moment, and Sam sang with them, his hand holding Susie's tight.
The roar of sound that met the end of the song was immense. The crowd, that miraculously hadn't cheered itself hoarse, bellowed back at the stage, hands thumping together in applause. The sound seemed to last forever, and Sam looked back over his shoulder at the sea of people behind him, knowing they were all feeling the same exhilaration at what had happened.
When the applause eventually died, and the lights above the stage and screens turned outward to illuminate the crowd, Susie tugged Sam's hand.
He knew what was coming, and he didn't want it. He pasted on a smile and said, "That was amazing!"
"It was," she said. "Thank you so much for bringing me. I'll never forget it."
"Me either," Sam said.
She looked sad. "I'll remember you, too."
Sam knew she was saying goodbye, and he quickly asked, "Do you want to stay at the hotel again tonight?"
She shook her head. "I don't think so."
"It'll be great," Sam said. "We'll order room service. You've got to be starving. I am."
She smiled sadly. "I think it's better to say goodbye on a high rather than make it sad tomorrow."
Sam sighed. "I guess."
"I have had an amazing time with you, Sam," she said. "And I really won't forget it, but you've got to go back to Kansas, and I have to go back to my life. We're not supposed to last longer than this."
"Can I call you?" Sam asked.
"What would be the point? It can never go further than this. I can't leave Philadelphia, and you have a family in Kansas. It's better we say goodbye now."
Sam knew she was right, but it didn't make it any easier. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight for a long time and then, when she pulled back, he bent to kiss her cheek. "Thank you, Susie," he said. "This has been brilliant."
She smiled, pressed a kiss to her hand then touched his cheek. Sam smiled in return and then his face fell as she shouldered her backpack and turned away. She disappeared quickly into the crowd streaming away from the stage, and Sam turned to the empty stage.
It had been an incredible concert, and his time with Susie was unforgettable. It was sad to think of going home alone after having her company for days, but it was perhaps better that way. He was ready to be with his family again, he wanted to tell them about all the things he had done and seen. He wanted to be with them.
Though it had been among the best times in his life, Sam was ready to go home.
So… That was Live Aid '85. This is one of the moments I loved as I was able to live it vicariously through Sam. It would have been amazing to be there.
Joan Baez really did make that speech to the children of the eighties, including the line, "This is your Woodstock, and it's long overdue." They also sang Amazing Grace with her. I found that moment very moving when I watched the video when researching the scene—as I did many moments of the concert I saw.
Until next time…
Clowns or Midgets xxx