Thirty years ago, I had tickets to see The Who as part of their Reunion Tour in Toronto, except I never got to use them. My father, without consulting me first, committed me to work the night of the concert. I was apocalyptic, with an extra dash of over dramatization, as only a 20 year old can pull off. How did he not understand that this was the very last time The Who would tour? Like ever?! Technically I could have blown off work, but it was a brand-new job that my father had pulled …
