Concert Time

Last night, Cheryl and I joined Jonathan Strahan -- just arrived from Australia -- for dinner at the Thirsty Bear Brewing Company (where I drank possibly the fifth or sixth glass of beer in my life, as I like their vanilla ale) before heading to the Oracle Arena for the Bruce Springsteen concert. Cheryl has reported better than I could about this. I agree with her about the acoustics up where we were (section 203, row 16) being pretty poor. But I'm not a Springsteen fan, so I don't know the lyrics of his songs to begin with.

I also, like Cheryl, was pleased by Springsteen taking the opportunity to speak against the erosion of our civil rights in the USA, and to make a statement about immigration with his closing number. No doubt this won't please the people who think that all dissent is disloyalty. I wonder how his comments -- cheered in Oakland -- are received in the Heartland of America?

Kevin Will Not Exchange Germs if Possible

I appear to have collected a cold from last night's concert, which is somewhat surprising given that I'd been taking steps such as careful hand-washing and use of hand sanitizer before eating, but them's the breaks.

I would probably have stayed at home today and worked from there -- I'm capable of working; I just am sneezing and sniffling while doing so -- but I need to hand over a package for someone to take to ArtCon/Ditto -- a revival of the Ditto fanzine fan convention in honor of Art Widner's 90th birthday, being held this weekend near Art's home in Gualala. I am not attending ArtCon -- which is probably best given the developing cold -- but Cheryl and I will be sending our best wishes to Art, along with the large card that Cheryl made for him, signed by many members of FinnCon and BASFA. The person carrying the card up for me is driving up the Peninsula, so I needed to put myself in a place where she can come to me without having to go to far out of the way -- and Fremont would have been inconveniently far away.