What a day!

So I start out getting pulled over for "running through" a stop sign at the intersection of Nothing and Nothing, a teeny tiny little street that serves as a cut-through to the highway. Apparently the cop was out to give tickets as he was parked right next to the stop sign waiting for his next victim. Sucks!

But the day quickly got better, and much more fun, when I went to get Bill's Van Morrison tickets, from a woman I'd connected with through Craigslist, who was trying to sell her tickets to the show. After inquiring about her accent, it turned out that not only was she originally from Brighton, NY (hometown of Bill!), but her sister at one time was married to someone on Bill's father's side of the family. And, she grew up on the same street that Bill grew up on. What an absolutely incredible coincidence! Such a small world...