Ok, some have expressed their opinion that many of these discussions have nothing to do with Kid Rock or the band. I promise a tie in at the end of this story. My mother had a birthday this week. My father visited her in the rehab facility she is in. Both are frail in different ways. As I was pushing my mom in her wheelchair to meet my dad in a private meeting room, I passed a woman in the hall. She was there to visit her own relative in the facility. I said to this woman, "Here comes the birthday girl," and pointed down to my mom. The woman smiled and asked me how old mom was. I replied, "She was born 81 years ago, an at-home birth in Pennsylvania, and she weighed only 4 pounds and 4 ounces" (that fact amazes me). What the woman said to me next struck me and got me thinking. She said, "Just imagine all the people who were so excited about the new baby on that day." I never thought of that before. We see the elderly and forget they had parents who were anticipating their child's birth, their child's first step, along with all the other milestones of that child's life. I can imagine my grandmother (whom I never met since she died before I was born) worrying about that little 4 pound bundle.
So where's the tie in? Well, my mother's roommate is a sweet elderly woman who is cousins with one of the band members. I won't say who to protect her privacy. We were chatting one day and I said I was going to Kid's DSO concert that night. She told me her cousin was in the band and I was floored. What are the odds of that? What a small world! I brought her a program from the concert and she was so proud that her cousin used his talent to help raise one million dollars for the DSO. She leafed through that program over and over, fascinated with this guy called "Kid Rock"and his band.