The lady exiting the 6 train with the ‘Rush’ patch on her backpack.
Rush? Really? So you were the girl at the Rush concert at Nassau Coliseum in ’86, at Providence Civic Center in ’89, back at the Coliseum in ’91, those guys from Marillion warming up each time? You were the lone lady, air-drumming along with Neil Peart during that mega-solo, hitting those high notes along with Geddy Lee that no man had ever hit before (Geddy was a man, wasn’t he?)? That was you, looked longingly upon by the 13,985 dweeby males in attendance?
I remembered you differently. You are a petite woman with red hair and glasses. Hate to say it, but you’re a bit mousy. You got off the 6 at 28th (what, the red Barcheta in the shop?) and hung a right toward the NY Life building (uh, no Exit…Stage Left?). You had a black backpack slung over both shoulders. You had a mini umbrella tucked into one of the side pockets on the bag (to assist in “singing in the acid rain,” I’m sure). Smack in the middle of the sack was a bright red patch proclaiming your love for Canada’s finest export since Molson. And Neil Young. Kudos to you, Betty Lee, for wearing your Rush pride on your pack.
Then again, is all of this even possible? Perhaps you grabbed your boyfriend’s backpack for the day to lug home your laptop for the big presentation. Maybe your “Tom Sawyer”-cranking little brother loaned you the pack to transport your softball gear to work in advance of the big game against those hated rivals over at Met Life.
No, no, it’s you. You’re a believer in all things Canadian power trio. You, young lady, are a new world woman.
Respectfully,
Trainjotting
Having seen them at Radio City, the Garden, Meadowlands along with the likes of Marrillion and Styxx opening for them I just cringed/laughed over your particularly accurate(painfull) picture of a Rush concert. You forgot to mention her probably smelling of either a)cannibus or b)petulie oil.
Love Rush!! Saw them back in 1985 I think it was, with my sister in-law.