The whole purpose of this whirlwind trip to Austin was to see John Prine in concert.

Dancing Mandolin Player, my two Austin sons and I drove downtown to Bass Hall, located on the University of Texas campus right behind the football stadium.

We arrived a few minutes early, before the box office and the “Will Call” window opened.

I had ten extra  minutes to pray that I hadn’t been scammed by a ticket website last December 8th.

At 6:30 I received my four tickets and two minutes later we were in line to get into the building.

“Wow,” one of the volunteers said.  “Nice seats!!”

Sigh of relief.

 We ate in the cafe.  We browsed John Prine’s merchandise (DMP bought a hat and a cd), we found our seats:

A-Row Center.

Be still my heart.

John Prine at Bass Hall.

He sang for two hours without stopping.

Bass Hall was packed to the rafters with his fans.

I first heard of John Prine when I went to a Kris Kristofferson show in the early 1970’s.  He sang a song by “my good friend John Prine” called “Hello In There”.

And when John Prine sang it Saturday night I cried.  Sometimes in life things come full circle and hearing that song live was one of those times.

I felt like the luckiest person on the planet.