So Tuesday night John M . shows up around 930 to pick me up and head out for the Luna show.  However he gives me money for the ticket I’d picked up for him, and tells me that he probably won’t be able to stay too long at the show.  Why not?  “Well, I think my wife just went into labor.”

It later turned out that this was in fact true.  And that John had driven all the way over from Urbana to pick me up and take me to the show.  And he mentioned that Kara offered her apologies for taking him away from the show! 

Well, I did let him cart me over to the Highdive, which I kind of felt guilty about, although it was on the way.  But I guess he made it back in plenty of time, and the news is that John and Kara are now parents to a young fella who’s name remains tba.  So many congratulations to the super-cool and frighteningly polite new parents.

In consequence of all this, I was stuck at the show semi-alone, which actually is kind of a fun way to be at a show.  I chatted with ex-students, flirted w/a librarian, and finally caught a ride home with one of my favorite new grad students in the program.  (Luna was good, but seemed somehow a little discouraged). 

Since I promised my fiction students I’d return their papers on Wednesday, I’d spent the day out grading papers.  And I decided to leave my house around 1 or so and walk (my car is still out of commission, perhaps w/a bad intake valve or two), up Prospect to Steak ‘n Shake to grade some more.  Prospect avenue was lovely in the dark.  On the road to Steak ‘n Shake, I saw:

1) A purple Cadillac with big gold rims being pushed by another car around the back streets.
2) Four police cars with light flashing parked randomly in front of the gas station.
3)  A blue Heron, standing in the retaining ppond across from Lowe’s
4) A cat, near said pond, about eight feet from an apparently oblivious rabbit, towards which it was silently creeping.  As I approached, the cat freaked-out and ran and ran far away from me, up towards Payless Shoes.

So, a nice walk.  In SnS, I sat near a booth in which a beautiful woman explained to her dubious companion about the approaching end of the world and the microchips that would soon be implanted on people’s foreheads, and which would be the mark of the beast.

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