liamstliam | Wednesday evening: More . . .

1. It never ceases to amaze my wife that I can find so many connections with people.

No shit, there I was, at lunch today at the conference.

Talking to the principal of Argyle High School.

Him: Have we talked about your Rhode Island connection yet.

Me: I don't know, I was botn in Westerly.

Him: *I* was born in Westerly.

[At this point, I fervently wished that Allison had come to the conference. She would have snarfed pizza.]

Him: I only lived there for about a year, then we moved to South Glens Falls. (His family is from this area).

Me: Oh, OK.

Him: But my cousin Marc Berardo . .

Me: That would be the Marc Berardo I graduated with . . . Class of 1977.

Him: Yes . . .

2. All those CDS I ordered have come in (I think), and I also picked up some Boston. Rolling Stones, Weird Al ("Straight Outta Lynwood"), altan ("Best of", and Little Feat ("Waiting for Columbus").

3. I also ordered a couple of books, including one I had wanted for a very long time -- "The Complete Annotated Grateful Dead Lyrics."

4. Wow, if I am an editor, I do not know if I out the prostitute in the Sputzer case. I may actually agree with bashing the media on this one.