Wanted to share a quick story . . The family and I went to see Patti Smith last night at Dominican University in Illinois, reading from "M Train", telling stories, etc. I have seen her do this several times, and it's always a lot of fun and a moving experience. Usually, she takes a break and takes (and tolerates!) a few audience questions . . mostly "what's your favorite poem" and the like. Last night, however, a woman stood up and told Patti that she had a bag of clothes that belonged to her 40 years ago and would like to return it. Smith (and everybody) looked totally confused, but asked the person to come up to the stage and hand her the bag. Patti looked inside and just froze. Turns out that 40 years ago the band's truck was stolen in Chicago, all their equipment/clothes/personal things . . basically everything they owned. These clothes among them. So Patti pulls out these items of clothing and talks about them (the shirt she wore on the Rolling Stone cover, the Keith Richards T-Shirt you've seen her wear in a hundred photos) and then gets to the bottom of the bag. Here was a bandana that her beloved late brother had worn and then given to her, and she starts to weep. Before long, half the audience was crying with her. Naturally, people in the audience were asking where/why/how?? but Patti just put her hands out and said she doesn't care how, she's just so grateful to have these priceless items back. Amazing. The rest of the program, after she piled everything on the podium, she couldn't stop touching them, eventually slowly slipping the bandana into her pocket . . and proceeded to do a ripping version of Because the Night with her son on acoustic guitar. What a night.