Catwalk

Dear Bono,

I saw your shows in Arizona this weekend.  I got Edge's signature on my tour program thanks to my husband's freakishly long arms, but didn't manage to get yours.  I saw you, though.  You were on stage, probably less than 10 feet away from me.  I was there, on stage right, on the rail, a third of the way down the catwalk.  Do you remember me?  I wanted to talk to you, to tell you my plans for surgical care in the Third World. You were busy performing.

I was in the high seats the next day.  You wouldn't have seen me.  I dreamed that night that you picked me out of the crowd for your show, and I walked the catwalk from the e to the i stage, and it was the same as the bridge between University of Maryland hospital and the Baltimore VA bridge.

I need more tickets.

xoxo
jp