Wombat Rampant

I left the Washington DC area 21 years ago this Thanksgiving, awash in love and hormones and excitement over seeing a part of the country I'd never seen before. Two decades, one house, two children, one divorce and two dead dogs later, I am finally on track to finish my master's degree and get the f*ck out of Minneapolis. Part of what drove me to get out was the fact that I had friends in Washington and didn't really have any here in Minneapolis, and after the divorce I really didn't even have that much in the way of family - just the kids.

So why is it that now, of all times, I seem to be finding friends coming out of the woodwork here? Why is it that I'm starting to reflect on the fact that my friends down home have been living their separate lives for twenty years and have all gone through changes that make them very different people from the guys and gals I hung out with after I came back from Germany? They say you can't go home again, and I've been brooding a lot about that lately.

I finally did what I should have done a few weeks back when i bought those two Joe Walsh CDs and looked on half.com for the album I really wanted, So What. Sure enough, somebody had a new copy at a reasonable price, and it arrived fairly quickly after we closed the deal. This has the version of "Turn To Stone" that I remember, along with "All-Night Laundrymat Blues", a short little ditty that's a nice, funny break in all the serious rock on the album. Good stuff.