I got a bit choked up at the concert tonight–my husband's grandmother passed away this week. She spoke fondly about the 1950-60s. She told me her favorite car was a mint green Ford Thunderbird she had as a teenager. I imagine she probably really enjoyed the music of Wanda Jackson since she was a spitfire herself, but I will never get the chance to ask her now. Time keeps moving. Good show tonight, a new era begins.