I drove 337 miles to Lawrence, KS this weekend with my "check engine" light on the whole way, but nothing bad happened. I'm beginning to think that my "check engine" light is full of shit. Pulling into Lawrence felt good. Iowa street, Tennessee street, Kentucky street, Mass street. I remembered the streets like fingers remember on a keyboard, and soon I was at KG's front step first recognizing CS curls as she stood on the porch to welcome me. We sat and talked surrounded by the wood paneled walls in KG's apartment, and in between bites of chickpea curry and rice, we filled each other in on everything that I had missed in Lawrence since June. Who is dating? Who broke up? Where are you working? How is the new apartment? We went down to Mass street, toasted a drink to my dad at the Jazz Haus, and went dancing at the Jackpot. I sweat so much I had to pull my hear back, but I didn't stop. I didn't know the songs or the people I was dancing with...