Since it came up in conversation

Photos of Something For Rockets in my living room (the pea green scenario, with the bullfighting rug on the wall), at Whitewater, and a lifetime's worth of photos of a drunken Davey (as if anyone who knows him doesn't have too many of these already.) Can you see the simulacra of Rock & Roll? Ugh.

NYC and Chicago were good times. Adam, guess who I ran into the night after I saw you? I give you one guess.