Joan Jett

Bad Reputation. Cigarette. BBQ.

I served Joan Jett a bbq sandwich from a catering trailer (part time gig I had with a Maryland bbq joint to help keep the lights on) on the campus of American University. Spring of 1987. The school had 2-3 bands playing that day as a treat for the students. My back was to the serving window as I was cleaning up to close it out and get back to my personal life when I hear, “Got a sandwich for me?”

The voice was unmistakable. I’ve been listening to it for years. “I don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation.”

Look, I knew Joan Jett was the headliner. But I didn’t expect to serve her a bbq sandwich. Rockville girl eating a bbq sandwich from a KC guy? Perfect.

There she was, signature cigarette, dark hair and raw energy. I love this town.

I wonder if she ever thinks about me?

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