What do you do when your favorite baseball player retires? Like any true fan, after an appropriate mourning period, you continue rooting for your home team.
However things just aren't the same, whether you are five or forty-six. You miss the snippets of U2 being played as he came up to bat. You miss cheering for Biggio. His name had three perfect syllables for extended, rhythmic chanting.
When you glimpse an ad for an in-the-flesh-real-life autograph opportunity at a local (30 mile radius, but who's counting) book store, you make plans to attend.
Whether you are five or forty-six.
Perfect. Whether you are five or forty-six.