At my old high school, there’s a white porcelain water fountain next to the door that leads to the room where I learned to type. Actually, I haven’t been down that hallway in a good, long while [...]
So, a million years ago before I got married and became a Floridian, I used to gig. Gig=playing music, not like a speaking gig. Back in St. Louis, I had a night or two per month where I’d grab [...]
