Last Friday, I had the great fortune of experiencing the art of the legendary B.B. King. It was quite cold out and this particular venue happened to be an open air theater. Wine in hand, my friends and I snuggled up to one another and let B.B. and his Lucille sing us the Blues. Later that night, someone mentioned that this was one of those things that everyone should have on their list of things to do before they die.
Early Saturday morning, I promptly and proudly added B.B. to my list along with a swift, yet firm, red check mark.