As Much As The Devil Will Allow
December 18, 2008
I walked past the Foc’s'le Tavern tonight. And the band was playing one of my favorite tunes – You Ain’t Going Nowhere so how could I not go in?
This place feels a little home. Disquieting for a Bedouin like me.
The band – a five piece with two guitars, a bass, accordion, and a female drummer who could really hit the skins made me want to stay. But there is work tomorrow.
How does Delta stay in business? I was five hours late, they lost my bag (with coaching materials), and because I was late I lost my car rental reservation. So I took a cab 80 kilometers. If I need to cab back I am supposed to call a guy named Too Tall.
I feel a bit naked without that stuff, but I’ve given this lecture scores of times with less. I’m back in Chester – it can’t be all bad.
Night night.
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