Call me crazy, I don't care

I'm about as Republican right-wing as you can get. OK, maybe not THAT bad, but that's how I lean.

Strange thing is this: The music I listen to on Pandora is mostly folk; you know, people who swing so far to the left that they're almost communist. Some of them were actually accused of being communists, way back when. Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger; and many more.

Maybe it's just the rebel in me, I don't know.

Anyhow, at some point in my life, some grandchild introduced me to Green Day.

I liked a lot of what they had to say, as well as the way they said it.

When I found out a certain granddaughter was practically DYING to see them, I thought, "Why not?"

She's underage, so all we needed was a driver. I don't drive. But my oldest grandson does, and he knows most of the words to all the Green Day songs.

I made a couple of phone calls. I secured our seats.

This granny is going to see Green Day, August 12.

I would also pay three person's ticket fees to see ZZ Top, and others I won't mention here. Wait a minute... Cliff is paying, not me. But hey, he bought this un-neccesary big honkin' tractor we don't need. (I do sorta love it, though.)

Over at Tractor Tales, it's called "SET". That's "spousel equity tax".