This weekend, Scarlett and I went to the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival for our 4th year. The show—a free concert in Golden Gate Park—has been a San Francisco fixture for 13 years, made possible by underwriting from a generous music lover named Warren Hellman, who passed away in 2011, but made sure the festival funding continued.

Like other things we’ve done on an annual basis, this one made me think about all that has changed in our lives. HSB was Scarlett’s first concert, when she was 6 months old. That year, 2010, the three of us walked a mile from our house into the park, and the first act we saw was Emmylou Harris. A free concert brings a very large crowd, and it becomes overwhelming, which is why Rob is sleeping in this photo. But Scarlett loved watching all of the people. Plus, back then, we were nimble. When it was time to leave, we simply ducked out. Walked home.

The next year, I was having trouble on my feet, but I wouldn’t miss the show. I drove us there on a Friday, parked as close as possible and pushed her in a stroller to the stage where M. Ward was performing. Afterwards, we met my brother-in-law, RC, who popped open a bottle of wine for the Chris Isaak session. Scarlett was in her running phase, and the two of us took turns racing through the crowd to retrieve her. When it was RC’s turn, I sat and thought about that Friends episode where Phoebe tells Chris Isaak his voice is a little girly. Read More>