When the Boy Child was in high school, he fell hard for Sara Bareillles and her lovely voice. She was coming to a club in Kansas City and he begged me to take him since he wasn’t old enough to get in by himself. I was a very reluctant chaperone. It had poured that day and I must have asked him five times if he was sure he still wanted to go. He wasn’t about to let me off the hook. I was the oldest one there by at least two decades and the place was a dive. The roof had leaked from the heavy rains and there was standing water all over the place, including the ledge that I set my purse on. If the fire department or city codes inspector had any idea that people were standing in water on the inside, they would have shut the place down in a hurry. Good times, real good times.
And then Miss Sara, who was the opening act, came out to sing. She was charming and humble and sang like an angel, and I thought her mama must be so proud of her. The Boy Child said told you so and I downloaded his c.d when we got home. Whenever I hear her, I think about that nite and how the children will lead us if we’re willing to go.
