The first time we had just missed a huge snow storm it was piled up everywhere. Naturally we made a pilgrimage to the Anchor Bar, home of the original Buffalo chicken wings (or so they claim). I could not talk the boys into trying to find Righteous Babe Records though.
I picked up Anthony Swofford's (Jarhead) new novel, Exit A, from the library. It's about a military brat in Japan so it looks like it could be my bowl of miso. He will be reading Wednesday night at Prairie Lights. Of course I will be in Ohio. That's two in row of his readings I will have missed. I hope I will be in town for Jane Smiley in Feb.