Joe Cardona’s March 16 column, Reared on rock ‘n’ roll, brought a flood of memories. So did the fact that Eric Clapton was here last weekend. I couldn’t go to see him because of family obligations. But I had his 461 Ocean Boulevard to comfort me.
I grew up on rock ‘n’ roll, in New Jersey, and braved many a snowstorm to see my favorite artists, something Miamians would know nothing about. I have been to hundreds of concerts and love live music.
Sixteen years ago, when my husband and I told friends that we were moving to South Florida, they invariably would say that that’s where the Sportatorium was. Then they would get that faraway look in their eyes reminiscing about a concert.
So I bought an old map, found the Sportatorium and discovered that my house is built just about where all that music thrived! Those who were lucky enough to have seen the great rockers there can take comfort in the fact that rock ‘n’ roll is still alive on its sacred ground — at my house!
Pattie Gertenbach, Pembroke Pines