So many times in my early years I was my own worst enemy. I don't know if I didn't develop common sense early on or if I just didn't care about mundane things like dressing properly. The year was 1969 and the winter had been a brutal one. I was so excited when my mother told me I could go to a concert. I probably should rephrase that because I know I would have found a way to go whether she had said yes or not. Let's say that I was excited because my mother had given me the money to buy my ticket.
During Christmas vacation the temperatures had dipped below zero and those were the days before a wind chill was factored into the temperature. All I know is that when it gets that cold, it hurts to breathe and ice forms on your eyebrows, eyelashes and nose hairs if you remain outside for more than a few minutes. The best rule of thumb is to remain inside when it's that cold, but I chose to go downtown to purchase my ticket for the
James Taylor/Carole King concert while it was 25 below zero dressed in thin cotton pants and a jean jacket. Walking to downtown wasn't too bad because I was walking with the wind. I really didn't notice how strong it was until I left Viner's Music Store after purchasing my ticket. The wind immediately went right through me and chilled me to the bone. I had to stop in every other store along Main Street to get warm.
Between the last store and my house was about a ten minute walk if you're hoofing it right along and not lollygagging. By the time I got
home I was just about frozen, but I had tickets in hand for my first concert.
That's all that mattered until I open the kitchen door and went inside! That first burst of heat that met my chilled skin caused me to have a headache so severe I had to go lay down. I fell asleep for awhile and when I awoke I was running a fever. I don't know what the incubation period is for getting the flu, but the Hong Kong Flu had run rampant the last two winters and that's what my family doctor said I had. As my flu symptoms worsened, I got sicker. Strep throat and laryngitis to go along with the Hong Kong Flu was a miserable way to spend the remainder of my Christmas vacation and to launch into 1970. Thank goodness the concert wasn't until February. I had plenty of time to recuperate or so I thought.