Sat., April 4, Taylor, MI, Sisko's -- It was a beautiful, clear, sunny day--a bit cool and breezy, but refreshing. I took the van over to the huge Southland Mall in Taylor, after discovering a music store there in the Yellow Pages. I was in definite need of sticks. They were overpriced, of course, and I had to haggle the price down from $8.95/pair (!) to $20 for three pair...geez... Hungry, I headed over to the deli nearby and chowed down a chicken caesar salad and cup of coffee. I stocked up on nutritional supplements at the nearby drug/variety and headed back to the Budgetel. It was so nice out, I just had to walk, and decided to have an adventure. I'd see if I could find the public library and see if I could get my e-mail. After a couple of inquiries at convenience stores I finally arrived at the "Southland Veteran's Memorial Public Library" approximately two miles from the motel, at 5:05 p.m., missing the closing time by five minutes. I wasn't disappointed, really, because the walk and the weather was worth the distance. I swung on a swing in a nearby playground and feeling frisky, I tried some chin-ups, discovering I was pretty pathetic--unable to do more than three... I then tried some push ups...ten...sit ups...better...35... I was working up quite a sweat, but it felt good. I hoofed it back to the motel for a nap, which took me to dreamland quickly. I was startled awake by a call from Vic in the lobby. He said everyone was waiting for me, but no one had remembered to call me... I sprinted down to the van in a daze and we motored over to the club to eat. A fine reuben sandwich and coleslaw contentedly digesting in my stomach, we had a solid first set. We're still exploring the new material, and are having some creative fun with it. Three people came up to me and said they'd seen these reports on the internet and encouraged me to continue. (Thanks, you guys!--you know who you are...) After loading out, I spied Tony being surrounded by an attractive black-haired woman who kept touching him and rapping intensely about her knowledge of blues players. I went out to sit in the warm van and Tony followed shortly, reporting that the babe had followed him to the van, swung him around and kissed him after divulging more than he wanted to know about her boyfriend. Tony managed to escape the groupie's clutches and made it safely into the van. Joanna was highly entertained by all this. She began a chant, quickly joined in by the rest of the band, "Palmer, Palmer, Palmer!" Tony repeated his mantra about how good it was to be married. A good husband...and a gentleman...(Note to Mrs. Beverly Palmer: You would have been proud).