Earlier this week I braved rush hour traffic to go see Robbie Robertson, one of my great heroes. He was in town to celebrate the release of his memoir and the 40-year anniversary of The Last Waltz, the farewell concert of the greatest (to me at least) rock group of the 60s and 70s: The Band. I was the youngest person in the audience by several decades. When Robertson asked who wasn’t born yet when The Band last took the stage on November 25, 1976, at Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco, only two people raised their hand. If my kids had been in the audience, we’d have doubled that number, because in our house The Band’s songs are as much part of their daily routine as “Wheels on the Bus” or “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” How inspiring it was to see this guy who played with the likes of Bob Dylan and Muddy Waters, and whose music I’ve literally listened to every day since I was 14 or 15! Also managed to score an autograph.