March 4, 2005
Well, the jam session came off at about two. Gus and I jammed on about thirty songs, of which, between us, we knew about half a song each. We started with "Walk Don't Run" by the Ventures. Gus did a great job on "Me And Bobby McGee." I brought in Coronas for everyone and Melrose was table dancing after half a beer. We had fun. I ended with Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love," to which Brittany quipped, "You're lucky your wife is a therapist."

Too true.

Finished the rough of the Republic View piece before the "concert" and Meghan proofed it, making excellent suggestions and I Emailed it down to my editor Phil Boas. It's about 725 words and they requested 650. Always irritating to receive copy that way, but it's always "an exception" when you send it out too long. Ha.

"We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question which divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct. My own feeling is that it is not crazy enough."
—Niels Bohr