This was written earlier, and more hastily than normal, because we are headed out for an adventure tonight. I’m sure you’ll find out more about that in this space tomorrow.
At any rate, here’s one more clip from Saturday night’s show. Someone in the crowd yelled out for “Mona Lisa” and you got the rare moment of a band either taking a request, or one they were already prepared to do. So, to begin their encore, Guster played a song off their first record, which is now somehow 30 years old.
Entirely unrelated, my delicious Sunday sandwich.
Out back, the crapemyrtle is doing well. It’s offering one of the best views in the yard right now.
And, just behind it, we had to cut back the fig tree to make it a little less unruly. Now it is ruly.
Just kidding. It’s even more unmanageable than it was last fall. Maybe we’ll get some figs this year.
But that’ll be later, in the fall. For now, we must away.
