They’re almost as old as me – Peter Buck, December 6, 1956 | Mike Mills, December 17, 1958 | Michael Stipe, January 4, 1960 | me, August 11, 1955. So, as I told my friend Chris, born in March of 1957, the same as my baby brother, “Well, we never woulda dated in high school, but now we’re the same age”. I am somehow home alone on a Friday night, listening to R.E.M.’s new Collapse Into Now streaming from NPR – what a middle-aged person’s thing to do – until my iTunes pre-order comes in the 8th. But there is enough Peter Buck twangy guitar on this to keep me happy.
R.E.M, January 2011
So I took the bus from work to Trader Schmoes, and bought a bottle of wine, wanting to have a nice drink after work with snacks. And ended up coming back with salami and cheese and nuts to go with the good bread I made, pondering the eternal question, why does Trader Schmoes, snack central, have only crap olives?
Mark decided to walk for coffee, leaving me to read the New Yorker with my appetizer course – and hey, we (Wisconsin) are Talk of the Town this week.
Madison in the New Yorker
Look, there’s a Union Cab logo on the fridge way in the background.
