I was in the paper, Holden rocks, and my not-broken finger.

A few days ago I received the news that my Music Man character, Clarence Dunlop, is no longer Clarence Dunlop (the twelve-year-old) but a twenty-year-old farmer named Clarence something-or-other. I have a daughter, but it's a bit strange because my daughter Liliana is thirteen, and I doubt that there were many seven-year-old fathers in 1912. Kathy Williams thinks that Liliana might be my sister's child, or my little sister, but either way it involves at least two deaths and me being stuck with a kid. I also got a line!! I'm man #2. I get to shout at the mayor. There was a picture of all but one of the Rock Island salesman in the Daily Tarheel today, here's a picture and a link to the story. (I've circled myself in the picture so you know which one is me.)





http://media.www.dailytarheel.com/media/storage/paper885/news/2008/07/03/City/From-River.City.To.Unc-3387473.shtml


Tonight I went and saw Holden Thorp playing with his high school band "The Hang," which was pretty good. They only knew like seven songs, but that's seven more than I can play, so I was impressed. I'm thinking I need to get out my guitar and start learning one of the songs they played. It was really long, but good. (Free Bird, I KNOW you've heard of it.) I also want to learn how to play Bohemian Rhapsody. I don't know if UNC is ready for Holden to be in such a state of power, he was jumping around and singing and such.


Tonight I also got the pleasure of having my pinky finger examined by a doctor. It's not broken, like I thought it was, but it's bruised pretty badly and it hurts to bend it and to type. I had a pretty intense encounter with a feather, and know it'll be taped up until I can move normally again.