I’m sorry that I will miss your concert (multiple) while you are in the hometown. Hubby didn’t get my hint that I wanted that for my birthday. I love you – you ROCK! I have been listening to you since 1990 – we’re talking Yoddeling in the Valley days. My mom never thought you would amount to much and always rolled her eyes when I would speed off in my 1984 Cavalier with Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast firmly implanted in my tape player. But my loyality never waivered. And today, when I was sans toddler, I had the windows down and BLASTED American Badass – singing at the top of my lungs. YOU KICK ASS! Thanks for being you.