Well, here I am in sunny Columbia City, a place that I have always driven right past on my way to somewhere else. Somehow the promise of free wifi lures me, as though it’s the first in a string of promises. Free wifi, comfy seats, excellent food, and cute little puppies littering the streets. Possibly an occasional shower of hundred-dollar bills.

I’m here in the Bookworm Exchange where the signal strength is officially Low (1 Mbps) as opposed to out in my car where it was 54 Mbps. But I’ve laid claim to the largest armchair in the store so it’s not worth my while heading to the Starbucks to see if I can pick up a few more bytes. This is the most comfortable that my poor back has been all month (well, ok, the past three days). The Bill Anschell Trio on the other side of the store warms up with fragments of light jazz, for their early audience of 6. But as soon as they start playing in earnest, I decide that Ruthie Dornfield & John Miller in the Columbia City Gallery next door sound better and that’s where I’m headed next.

I’m the luckiest woman in the whole world. Well, except for the rain of hundred-dollar bills thing.

Tonight’s Schedule