Thursday’s Creep

Sometimes you’re sitting on the front step, sipping hot coffee and watching the morning move. Then, you hear a car coming down the block. It’s moving just a little too slow and you have to decide if you have time to scoop up you dog or your child or whatever and get some place safe. But by this point there is no place safe. The car rolls up, I assume it’s like a Dodge Dart or some other equally generic car, the windows go down and it hits you–the opening chords of The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald. This is how you know it’s Thursday.

It happened to me this morning, and now here I am reminding the Madison players to get ready for solid set of questions tonight. I’ve spoken with Jake, he’s ready to sling some drinks and hustle some pizzas so it’s looking to be an end to end burner. It this something you want to get in on, all you have to do is get your team together and be at Glass Nickel Pizza on Atwood tonight. The show starts at 7pm. See you there.


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