So today started out with the death of a classmate. He was what I remember from high school, an ok guy. Schools were different back in those days. Harsher. The bullies ran free. Mike, personally, never made it harsher for me. But he was a terrible jokester, and hung out regularly with an even worse one. Though I tried to stay under their radar, I graduated in a class of about 50. I was destined to catch their attention from time to time.
For those of you just tuning in, I have been sick. My turn at the family cold that has been traveling in our house. Came down with it Sunday morning. Five days stuck in the house sorting out the whole living(?) dying(?) battle. Today was my first real day to feel human again. Tonight, I *had* to get out of the house. Had to. So that is part of the reason, but I have to say there was one other.
Tonight was a final sendoff to The James Sheeley House. After years of being the idea stage for budding musicians it has come to an end. Dubbed the end of an Era show, this is the last night of performances on the stage where so many local musicians got their start. I really hope this venue doesn't stay closed long.
The Wife was trying to talk me into watching a movie with her tonight, but I looked at her. She has the two day fever that is going around right now. Caught from a young girl that calls her Obaasan. Her face was red. Her nose was running. I said, let me get you a scotch, it will decongest you. Then, half a scotch later I said, "Humm, you still aren't decongesting. Let me get you some NyQuil." Thirty minutes later, she was sleeping. …What she really needed to do. But for me, thirty one minutes later, I was driving toward Missy's bar in Lake Hallie to see Cherry Gun. It