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One of the purest memories I possess revolves around the car ride that we took last September to see Sufjan in Milwaukee. There are several reasons for this. Number one, Seven Swans was playing. I know you're not supposed to listen to an artist right before you see them, but luckily the rest of the people I was with did not know/did not care. Speaking of the rest of the people, they are another reason for the significance of this memory. I can't imagine a more gentle, good-natured group of people than Nate Ewald, Aaron Schian, and Abbey Laninga. Add Brad VanWinkle into the mix and you've entered paradise. So what was a whirlwind of cynicism, anger, nervous energy, and vanity doing with a group like that? Providential intercession, I suppose. Not only was I riding in a car with three of the most lovely people on the planet listening to Seven Swans, but the sun was going down. And not only THAT, we were out of the city on the brink of northern Illinois/southern Wisconsin. To our left the sun was setting in a orange and purple hued sky on the horizon of fields and charcoal-black forests and farm houses. I wanted so badly for Nicole to be there so we could pull over and she could take a picture or two for posterity's sake. I can't imagine a more pleasing experience. I realize that life is not purely experiencial, but sometimes I think those transcendent experiences yield our moments of greatest sublimity.
On a related note, I love lakes and I'm jealous of those who frequent them. We went down to the jazz fest this weekend and went down to Lake Michigan and watched the people who owned boats flaunt them in front of us.
On a related note, I love lakes and I'm jealous of those who frequent them. We went down to the jazz fest this weekend and went down to Lake Michigan and watched the people who owned boats flaunt them in front of us.