• Story alerts   • Letter to Editor   • Pin it  I crashed a
benefit concert for a woman who crashed her car. I intended to
pay the $5 cover at Portugalia in OB, but I forgot my wallet at
the racquetball courts. The kid at the door reluctantly let me
in. I walked upstairs and found the place packed. Tables were
set up by companies that had donated auction items. Several
bands were on the bill that day, and I walked in while
Shoestring Strap was on stage.  The crowd of 20-somethings
enjoyed food specials (with a portion of the money going to the
cause), and I grabbed something to eat. I found Jessica, who
told me about the event.  "Jean is a big music lover. She was
going to a music festival in Las Vegas and was in an accident.
She didn't have health insurance and ended up in a hospital
there and wasn't getting the care she deserved. We're doing this
to raise money for her."  I didn't have to ask which lady was
Jean. She was walking around with a smile, despite the brace
around her neck, head, and shoulders. I