I told a young woman wearing a Pink Floyd Division Bell tour tee shirt that I saw the Floyd in Dallas on that tour, that it was a remarkable experience, and how the thunderstorm outside, seen through the cutout in the old Cowboy’s stadium roof, seemed like part of the show.
She got so excited for me. Then she said she bought the shirt because it looked cute. She liked the colors. I’m fairly certain that concert took place well before she was born.
Everyone has their journey, and sometimes two journeys intersect at odd angles.