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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Universal Assurances:

Mary took me out tonight for Mai Lee. I ordered Vietnamese fried chicken. When our food arrived the waiter brought me Vietnamese chicken stir-fry. I am not one to complain and it was quite good in its own right. You have to love snow peas out of season. Then, halfway through my meal, he arrived with what I had ordered, apologized and took the first dish away. Mai Lee – our combined total with two entrées, two Tsing Tao, two appetizers and the extra half meal was under twenty-five dollars. In my humble opinion they have the best prices, the best portion size, the best tasting food and the best service in St. Louis. Eating there is like winning the lottery.

Post meal Mary wanted bar so I figured we should rerun my last Tuesday solitary misadventure and catch the vibes trio at Riddle’s Penultimate. They had swapped out vibes players and the drummer took some time to ease into his timing after his dinner break, but they were good – not as good as last week – but good. The odd notable would be the jazz version of Neil Young’s Southern Man. The disappointment would be their relative lack of soloing.

Then, just before the start of the second set, Beatle Bob arrived. Mary and I were at the bar drinking Guinness. He stood immediately behind us and danced the next two sets. I got a recognition hello from the other night at Cicero’s. I am currently viewing Beatle Bob as a Bodhisattva. His t-rex hipster groove thang reminds me to shut up and dance.

Mary, “Good food, good music, and a celebrity sighting. What do you want out of life?”

Karl, “It’s official, you spent a night with Beatle Bob. That makes you a confirmed local.”

For obvious reasons I am not in a good space right now, but I am getting lots of help from my friends. Thank you all very much for your love and support. I spent most of today with my sister Sandy and her kids doing the family WTF – talking our way through this. My goddaughter is three and has a university level vocabulary.


(This picture is a year old.)

We played one thousand and one imagination games of her invention. My nephew can measure his life in weeks, but had nothing but smiles for me, and a slightly leaking diaper, over the hours in which I held him.

Jen once told me she thought the overall theme of my blog was humor and hope in the face of tragedy. If you only get two guns at the OK Corral, those are the ones you want.

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