And there I was, up in the stands, watching the U2 concert from the distance, while my future brother-in-law was down in the pit, 10 feet from Bono. I was rooting for him to have a great time, which he did. Little did I know that that night I’d also learn he truly belongs in the family, as it was in that pit that he lost his keys to his van, in which he planned to leave for a 3-week road trip back home the following morning.
