I was getting over my cold and then I went out last night. John and I caught Madahoochi and Friends at Cicero’s.

I’ve seen them five or six times now and they are quite a good little jam band. They pull my nostalgia chain as they remind me of my friend Mike’s band from back in high school. The keyboard player is a dead ringer for Becky C – also a high school friend. It’s good music for a three-buck cover on a Monday night. If I had the money I’d catch the Grateful Dead cover band – The Dark Star Orchestra - at The Pageant Wednesday night. I saw them a few years ago at The Blue Note in Columbia and they were astounding – better than the last few Dead shows I saw in California. Yup, I twer a hippie once.

Vanessa has observed that I know a lot of people. It seems whenever we hang out we are running into folks that I know somehow. I helped Chris and her move some furniture with my van on Sunday. Bethany’s grandmother Alice is getting ready to move to KC so we took a large chair, a treadmill, and a table of some sort off her hands. We then ran by Chris’s mom’s house to get the worlds largest and heaviest television. It’s a high definition TV and weighs three hundred thousand pounds. We had to use hot pads to lift the front end as the waffle-like plastic was cutting off circulation in our digits. It’s a good thing we pulled the backseat out before we went over there or it never would have fit.

So Chris decides to buy us all Starbucks at the drive through and who is working but an old friend Kim from undergraduate – we quickly summarized our lives and I gave her my email – so that’s cool. Then I am in Cicero’s and I look at the bartender and say, “Kirksville, right?” Sure enough, Nicole grew up the ville and is a Friend of Arnie’s daughter Amy. I live in a ville vortext - it's not just the ville though. Coming out of the movie at the Tivoli the other day I ran into one these twins that were part of the Mike's band circle of friends. Betsy and her new husband. What was her sister's name? The one with the husky voice. Glenn had such a crush on those girls. Ah well, time marches on and I blther on - so there you have it.