I talked to the proprietor of my favorite burrito joint the other day. He told me stories about the concerts he saw in the seventies, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Alice Cooper. He had a connection who worked at the Los Angeles Forum. He got free tickets through him. Actually, it was his father's connection. In typical Mexican-American fashion, his connection ran the cleaning crew at the facility.
He said he met Alice Cooper backstage, that he was a nice guy. And that the stadium had a fog hovering over it from all the pot that was being smoked. You could get high just breathing.
We talked long after I had finished my burrito. I'm always amazed by the proprietor's consistency. How do people do it? They find a way to be nice and decent against all odds.
I nearly broke out in tears on the walk to my car. The goodness of people. Sometimes it makes me want to cry.
