I can't be sure, but I think I saw Rich Mullins in concert.
I was in junior high and attending a week-long camp at Kentucky Christian College called "Summer in the Son." Each night featured a concert from a big-name CCM artist. I remember being excited to see Audio Adrenaline but indifferent toward the week's other musical guests. Audio Adrenaline had recently released their self-titled first album. I felt special because my uncle had taught Mark Stuart and the other guys in the band as a professor at KCC, and I had a bootleg cassette tape from when they were called A-180. The Audio A concert was predictably thrilling. But during the other concerts I sat awkward and alone in the back of the chapel, where the biggest electric fan I've ever seen prevented me from hearing all but intermittent strains of music from the stage.
Years later, after Mullins's death, when I was regretting that I had never seen him in concert, I was confronted with a vague memory - that Rich Mullins had been one of the shows that summer in Kentucky - and an even bigger regret: that I had seen Mullins in concert but didn't pay attention.
Against all odds, Rich Mullins became one of my favorite singer/songwriters. I'm working on an article about Mullins for next Monday's issue of the Writers Collective. But today, I thought I'd ask you all if you have any special thoughts or memories about Rich on this the eleventh anniversary of his death.