Did you make it home okay after Saturday's concert at the Tacoma Dome? I was the crazy drunk lady in the fake fur coat waving at you, trying to tell you that not your skirt but YOUR HAIR was hanging out of the bottom of the car door! I know it may have seemed like I was saying "Look, a bear!" or even "Don't despair!"—but I was really trying to tell you about your hair. I can't imagine it whipping down the freeway. Do dreadlocks get split ends? Anyway, hope you had fun at the show!