Last Saturday was going to be the perfect Saturday. I had already received confirmation from Lauren that I would under no circumstances be required to Go To Lincoln. My basic plan was to sleep and read, watch the Cardinals beat the (#@%$) Mets, fix Lauren’s website and create this one. Those last two items were on my list so that I would have a reasonable excuse for avoiding any actual work. With luck I would never have to leave the house for more than 30 minutes at a time.
Instead, late in the morning, after sleeping and well into reading, Lauren’s friend Kate called and said that her Fiancé (it’s French, so you don’t pronounce it that way) John had tickets to see The Legendary Bo Diddley and wanted to know if we wanted to go along. I can’t say that I’m a Bo Diddley fan, but I felt like I knew him fairly well from the 80’s Nike commercial where he told Bo Jackson that he (Jackson) didn’t know Diddley.