I would not have been a happy camper. I was afraid that might have been what happened; geometrically, the seating could not have been the same, especially with the weird shape of Red Rocks. I had intended to go, but the work schedule and funds were not going to allow it.

On the bright side, the band could have just canceled the show, sticking all the fans with airline tickets in their hotels with nothing to do. They are better than just about any performing artist I know for keeping their commitments. Remember all the times Justin has sung with laryngitis. Canceling Appleton had everybody freaked out. Graeme knew about the show cancellation the night before. The decision to cancel was probably made more at the executive level than the band level.

If it is any consolation, I could tell you about Port Chester. A loyal fan procured front-row tickets from the venue and sold me one. About a week before the show, the venue called him and said they had accidentally sold him tickets that were for the fan club. They offered a refund or tickets in the loge. He evidently argued with them until he was so stressed out he didn't want to go. He was able to get them to find some seats in the fourth row for both shows, though, and asked if I was interested. I was.

The first show, the seat I had been assigned remained empty. The second night, the fourth-row seat was in the fifth-row, and two songs into the concert, three people came in to claim the two seats next to me. They told me they had my seat, so I ran to the lobby. For about two and a half songs, I was in the lobby screaming and cussing at the box office people. Finally, they established that the person did not have that seat and I could go back. Of course the tickets were comped, so I had no right to complain, but something must be said about failure to honor contracts constituting fraud.

You're such a good sport. I have to keep kicking myself. Electronic people in reruns can soothe my nerves, but they're not as thrilling. As always, perchance I am too materialistic and need to tune in to the greater universe where time and space are no object - or maybe they are of eternal consequence and our philosophies are all mixed up. Oh, yeah. Denver. There was no way everybody was going to win, but I think the decision-makers did asbestos anybody could have in that sitchy-ation.

Like everyone I was disappointed that the moved the venue to the Denver Coliseum, however I do understand the need for it. The snow started earlier the night before than they had predicted and the young girls at my hotel were back at the bar by 8:15 pm. The pictures I saw of Red Rocks the next day showed seats still covered with snow. My gripe would be that it was very hard to get information concerning the change and where are seats would be. Managed to snag Karen early on to let her know most of the VIP people had tickets at call waiting. Got tickets just fine. The mass hysteria was the mad dash to the seats when we were allowed in. I was delayed since I couldn't handle stairs with no railing, but fortunately good friends saved me a seat. I was very pleased when I saw Karen standing in front of my saved seat. She made sure that all the photo-op people were pleased with their seats. The show was fabulous. Was it Red Rocks? No, but they did the best they could at short notice during graduation season Perhaps the Convention Center would have been a better fit (reserved seating) but probably it was booked at the time.

Bonnie---See you in Chicago and Nashville.

leslee do you still have the same email? Mine is josiec5150@gmail.com and there is much I would discuss off line.

Don't worry about family and what they think. Remember, it's your life. Do what you wish quietly so long as it harms no one else nor bugs them. My best wishes to the boss and to your mum.

If and when Justin and I have a moment, I shall

I do have a personal life after all. Just because no one has the cajones to post doesn't mean there's not lots of traffic here!!!!

No it's ok. There are a lot of news groups out there for Moodies. I think most people are on facebook. I've been drowning in FB lately so I thought I'd come over here. It seems quieter. I'm trying to post my photos of my trip, and two of the shows (Cardyff and London) but my computer seems beset by worms or slow internet.

Maybe I'll log off and go read a book.

Speaking of rebellious machines (I was and I continue to be beset) I found this interesting. I also think some folks out there are spinning a lot of hooey at times. Having said that, I think I know where that AI is coming from.

http://www.foxnews.com/tech/20.....latestnews

The ghost in the machine.................

leslee, you haven't mentioned where you're posting from these days. I'd be interested to know how you are, and where you are. Stay in touch out there.

Wait. That may have been a serious question, as I have moved - but I took all my problems with me and then some. For example, my private bathroom is shared with who knows how many people. I washed my hair three times and used a whole bottle of Tres Semme conditioner - the huge kind. Not to worry. I think the landlady is compassionate and taking every vagabond in. I can do my part to help with the homeless crisis and hope the code officers don't find out how many people are in the trailer. I'm just afraid I'm gonna step on a needle or pick up some kind of disease if I take a bath. I'm weird that way.

But the biggest problem, since it IS all about me, was not realizing I didn't have a mail box for a month. So, my communications with the IRS about last year's taxes and who knows how many medical bills are "sent back." I'm uninsured, as my Republican friends would eat me alive if I were to get Obamacare. The way the hospital works here is each doctor, each treatment, each facility, each anything is billed from a separate business. The hospital does not keep track of anything except its own facility - the hospitalists are all outsiders. Then, January is the month for renewing my license, taxes, registration, etc. for the car - and who knows where all that paperwork went. The family wasn't too happy that their Christmas presents went up in smoke, but at least they were recovered, which goes to show, Fiji is better at satisfying customers than bureaucracies.

But then, there is one more problem. Remember that time you sent me a card with all those little metallic doodads that fell out when I opened it? One would think I would have cleaned them up a year ago, but no! I found a silver quarter-note on the floor the other day. So, you see, I could never forget you!

Hey, if you could get your bro to set me up with the IRS, that would help. I'm trying to get a fix on how much I owe for medical treatments and taxes before I make any commitments to anybody. I'm thinking it might make sense to hire a private investigator. They have access to stuff like that, don't they?

As an added bonus, when the Internet went down, I couldn't work at the public library, as I never replaced my library card after the last time my purse was stolen. I couldn't get another card because my old address driver's license is not valid, superseded by my change-of-address one, which is wafting around in the USPS processing cycle somewhere, maybe Fiji.

No, I did not go to Fiji. I got a gift box from Fiji from my wonderful parents, who are not in Fiji, either. I wasted $XXX on airfare that cost about four times that after taxes and fees, and then I had to cancel because jerks were going around with knives. I rescheduled when the new venue was booked, for another $XXX, but then the jerks were still running around with knives, so that let the wind out of my sails. I thought I would go anyway, just for the cultural experience, but the boss wanted to buy Christmas presents about an hour and fifteen minutes before I had to get out the door. (I was going to drive yyy miles to catch my flight.) When I called to confirm my flight, they said I had to get to the airport 3 hours early because I was assigned an emergency exit seat, and I could not get a boarding pass online. The boss kept me over an extra hour, I really didn't want to go since my objective was no longer valid. I couldn't get the car over 60 mph for the overnight drive, so I just canceled everything in Tennessee. I spent a lovely day at Johnson City, bought a couple books to read in lieu of an amazing travelogue for my two weekly newspaper articles. Then, I went down to Hendersonville, met the nicest people in the world at Denny's, where I worked like a maniac to read my books, spent some more time at the library. After two days of vacation, I felt like I was playing hooky, so I went back to work.