“He sure loved his concerts, didn’t he?”

“Loved em? Concerts were his life. He lived for shows by bands like The Doobie Brothers and John Kay & Steppenwolf. Yeah, Pops sure loved music.”

“When did it happen?”

“Last summer at Woodstock after he jumped on stage during the Red Hot Chili Peppers set and started dancing next to Flea.”

“I heard about that. Didn’t he match Flea? Shirt for shirt, sock for sock?”

“Sure did. By the end of the set, both of them were naked as jaybirds. Put Flea to shame.”

“I can imagine.”

“I can still see Pop after that concert, pulling on that ATM, one hand in the slot, an arm around the machine. He was a tuggin’ and a puffin,’ I swear I never saw the old man so happy. He was smilin’ ear-to-ear and that big vein on his forehead looked like it was going to pop right out there and then.”

“It happened right after Woodstock?”

“Yeah. I guess his age caught up with him. He just couldn’t move like the old days when he was partying with Neil Young or Mitch Ryder.”

“I’ll bet you miss him.”

“I sure do. I wish he was with me right now, but… but…”

“But what?”

“Visiting day at the prison was yesterday.”