Cutting in line

The mixed blessings of getting what you want


In May 1984, Billy Joel’s “Innocent Man” tour came to Portland, Oregon. I was 10 and my sister was 12. My dad got tickets and jammed us, along with our neighbors, into his old Mercedes: four kids in back and co-chaperone Mrs. Kurisu up front. 

It’s funny how memory works. There are whole vacations, even years, that I can barely picture. Bu…

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