...and Lord, I can go back there, but only for a couple of days. It's fraternity conference time again, which means that, like on several previous occasions, I'm getting on a plane for Indiana at 6:35 tomorrow morning. I'm not sure if this will be one of my famous all-nighters or not, but if I do sleep, it'll be maybe three hours at best. After a Friday and Saturday of meetings, I'm hopping another plane at the exact same time on Sunday morning so that I can get back in time for Jazz Camp that afternoon. It'll be a great week, but spare time will be at a premium.
Blogging will be on hiatus for the next two days; we're not meeting at the headquarters, but rather at a local university, and there will be no computer access where I'm staying. I'll pop back in on Sunday with a quick report, and highlights from camp will come in throughout the week.
(UPDATE: My hat's off to Blogger for their new "recover post" function; I lost this one in a browser crash right before I was done, and I was able to bring it back right away upon relaunch.)
Title Trivia II: Once again, bonus points to any reader who can name the one-hit wonder who recorded the song that inspired the title of today's post (no fair Googling!). And I can't believe nobody chimed in with the answer to the origin of yesterday's title yet.
Would you like coins with that? A bank robber in Chicago sent a holdup note through the vacuum tube at the drive-up window, and a teller actually gave him cash.