You never know. Maybe I’m getting too old for this. It’s 9:45 p.m. and I’m sitting at the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia with my 15, and 20-year old daughters, waiting for Madonna to come on stage for her “Rebel Heart” tour — my idea. (Don’t judge. It’s no worse than all the rap music today.) They aren’t really Madge fans, but they love going to concerts and will see almost anything, especially if I’m buying, and Lord knows I’ve escorted them to more than a few concerts of their choosing so they owe me.