So, friends. Let me take you back in time to Tuesday evening. I am busy planning my move forty-five minutes down the interstate, submitting my resumes to some new jobs.

My cell phone rings. It is the sister of a classmate from high school that I have not heard from in the five years since graduation. ( Matrimonial emergencies, the foibles of hiring high school musicians, and why I now have a flat-rate for any musical service you want me to provide. )