Well after Kenn Clarke sent that Kokomo bar manager to the bike shop to try to get me to play a weekend gig on short notice, much to my surprise I found myself getting asked back, and as a result of that, being able to book myself into other venues for a little extra cash whilst doing the return-to-school-after-35 thing.

One place I used to do pretty regularly was a rather sedate spot called The Cork & Cleaver in West Lafayette, Indiana. Their bar attracted a lot of Purdue faculty and white-collar administration types of about my same age. It was a nice place, not too smoky, with a nice bunch of folks hanging out there. I remember it fondly.