Recently, I moved from my hometown of Dallas, TX to the "Beverly Hills" of the northeast, Darien, CT. Along with my move, came the "official" news of Widespread Panic’s, Michael Houser. Summer was here, and the time was right, for Widespread to hit the ROCKS once again….maybe for the last time in their original line-up. Red Rocks, for VERY OBVIOUS reasons, is a place where thousands of concert goer-s rave as one of THE best places to see a show. I am one of those thousands. I bought a plane ticket from New York to Denver, and in 3 days, I was back to where I can always call "HOME". With my "runnin’ buddy" of over 6 years, we embarked on some of the best shows of 2002. Anybody that was there for those nights will say the same. Colorado had been in a huge drought that summer, with MANY forest fires devastating the beautiful State. But when the crowd rolled into Red! Rocks for the first night….so did the thunder clouds. It rained literally 5 minutes before the boys were suppose to come on….and continued to rain for at least 20 minutes. Not only were we about to witness Widespread at it’s VERY BEST…but we were also witnessing a little message from above as well. The "tear’s from heaven" had stopped, as Mikey and the boys took the stage. For the next two nights, we watched in awe, remembered all those good times, and thought about the future. In my opinion, Widespread Panic – Red Rocks 2002 were some of the better highlights of a very year that seemed to be functioning out of chaos.