What Dave has done

DM and DMB have brought oh so many people enlightenment. Really, I have heard them say that. It could also be really good pot, but whatever.

Yesterday, DM finally helped me open my eyes.

I was walking down Maple Ave towards the house where I am house/catsitting and heard music in the distance. It sounded blocks away. Band practice, I thought. Wonder what Skidmore kids I'll pass by... As I came closer, I realized they were covering "Crash." (Yes, even though I do not like DM & DMB, I can identify a few songs. Duh.) But no, it was no live band. It was a recording. A really jazzed up, almost elevator music version, but with lyrics intact, blasting from someone's porch speakers. There was no one on the porch. No one in the yard. No sign of anyone in first floor of the house. Just Dave, as the true fans call him, blasting for the listening enjoyment of the entire North Broadway neighborhood. Gee, thanks, neighbor.

But really, gee thanks, Dave. I have been getting quite sad lately about leaving Saratoga. Each summer day, I think, shit, son, this will be a hard place to leave. Just like that. My words. Summer here is magical. And this is my fourth summer at that! And I'm still loving it. But because of this experience yesterday, I am ready to move on. Call me a snob, call me naive, but I am convinced this will not happen in a city. This will not happen where they have guns. Nope.