Back when this concert was confirmed, I immediately bought tickets. I didn’t even know if I was going to go, but I knew I would find a way. But nevertheless, despite all the busyness of life, I flew back to the Bay the morning of the concert, ready to go to the last event ever at Candlestick Park and to see Paul McCartney one last time.
My dad and I took the secret way to Candlestick. We parked and walked our one mile to the stadium. This was the route that I took to the 49ers games when I was a writer. I would turn on Jamestown because I had a parking pass. But as a fan, this second route is the way to go. Now that the stadium is being blown up, now it’s cool to use this route one last time.
When we got there I marveled at the idea that this would be the last time I would be here. I had already bid my farewell at the last 49ers game here. Little did I know I would be back one last time.
But at the end of the day... 