Well, call me the Space Cowboy...

Those were the days. I remember at age 14, Portland was safe enough for my mom to drop me off at the Memorial coliseum, alone, so I could see Steve Miller in concert. My friends couldn't go and I already had my ticket so off I went. She was there waiting for me outside afterward, as cool as a cucumber. Even though I didn't partake in consuming the constant stream of joints being passed around, I must have reeked something fierce when I got into the car. Pretty cool show, even if the acoustics and air quality were terrible.