I don't know where to begin. Obviously I love Bruce. I've seen him in huge stadiums, I've seen him in smaller venues where he's played acoustically. This was neither of those. This was being with Bruce in his living room. You felt like you were the only one there, just you and Bruce, and the magic. 1+1=3. It was mesmerizing, it was emotional, it was moving, it was personal, it was all inclusive, it was simply amazing. Songs I've heard thousands of times, took on new meaning, touching me deep in my soul. I laughed, I cried, to songs that I would never have expected to cry to. I was immersed, I didn't want it to end. And it hit me, Bruce is not just a songwriter, a musician, a poet, a comedian, an actor. Bruce is a painter. With his words, he paints you an image - you can feel it, smell it, touch it. Bruce took us with him on his journey, which was our journey. His life, was our life. We grew up together, we experienced life together. Every song he played, brought back a vivid memory. And somehow, with everything that's going on in this world, Bruce is able to give me hope, that good will win out, that the nightmare we are living in right now will eventually be over. After 9/11 I would sit in the car, waiting for my kids to come out of school, and listen to Land of Hope and Dreams, over and over again. I would sit their crying, because Bruce could make me feel hopeful. And he did it again last night, he made me feel hopeful, and not alone. Someone asked me if the show was worth the money I paid for it. Simply stated, it was priceless. I will never forget this evening, and I am so happy that I got to share this experience with my Bruce partner and daughter, Jillian. And post show, still feeling fantastic. Thank you, thank you, Bruce.