My plan was to post last night. But I ran into a long lost Springfield chum…and through him – pitchers of beer, a bottle of rum, and a vodka tonic. When I got back, my face was numb…and typing was an impossibility.

My second plan was to make a post tonight…but I reorganized my music via my computer – catalogued sound bytes, dead voices, and melodious nostalgia. And now it’s early morning.

My third plan is to post something more substantial tomorrow…