My husband and I went to see Neil Young last week.

“I’m just going to cry the whole time,” I warned while we were waiting in our seats.

But I didn’t — more excited gasping and eyes bugging out, until he picked up the white electric.

Neil Young had been ambling around to different guitars and pianos, kind of circling his way around the stage between songs before sitting down to play again.

But he stood for Ohio.

I’ve heard the song a hundred times of course, but hearing it live in 2019 was different.

What if you knew her and

found her dead on the ground?

How could you run when you know?

I cried, and cried, and cried.