Now that my friend Leo’s cut finger is nicely on the mend, he emailed to ask when we can get together, pull out our guitars, and rip into some dirty blues. He further asked if I’ve been playing much music.
I told him I had been getting into a pretty good groove with the spoons the other night at dinner—but the waiter came over and made me stop.
(Oh, come on… You chuckled. I heard you.)