Let the record show that Sue made it to Day Three before beginning a conversation with "Do you know what your problem is?" She was right about the problem, for once, too. I am too comfortable for my own good. I told her I'd redouble my efforts at manufacturing conflicts and crises.
It's time to hand out the award for most Spokesque moment. I slipped on ice and fell on my ass while still in my car. I heard J. Geils Band's "Centerfold." I heard "The Boys Are Back in Town." And I heard "Rock Me Like a Hurricane" twice. I heard a redneck call a Latino boy a "colored kid," which is wrong at just so many levels that it somehow became funny. I ate tacos at a (cough) Mexican restaurant called Señor Froggy's. I stayed in the only Japanese neighborhood on Earth with no wireless Internet connections. Moments, all. But for my money, when the DJ said he was going to play a gospel song and then rolled out "Jesus is Just Alright With Me," well, that just crystallizes Spokane.
This will be of interest to, at most, three people, and probably not even them. At left is my first classroom ever, humble Patterson 265. I couldn't resist standing behind the lectern once more. It's also where I met several friends who haven't yet succeeded in eluding me (including readers Katrina, Lynn and Mariko), several more friends who succeeded nicely, and two exes. The room fairly vibrates with history.
