Rather than get mired in the melancholy of being trapped at home, Smith decided to look back with gratitude.
“Looking at my ticket stubs was like looking through a photo album,” said Smith, who figures he’d attended six to eight live events per month. “I can remember who I went with, how I obtained the tickets, weird or funny things that happened on the way to the show. I thought, ‘If I never go to another ball game, look at what I got to do. I’ve seen Muddy Waters, Marvin Gaye, Frank Sinatra, B.B. King.’ With the blog, I can remember meeting Willie Mays, and I’ll be thinking, ‘Was he kind to me or was he a jerk?’”