I left a meeting early to head to the All City Choral Concert; LP had a solo.
Chapter One, in which my son is thoughtful–
You here? We're on the left side, half way up. We have a seat for you.
Chapter Two, in which I press send prema–
Just parked o
Chapter Three, in which it all goes to hecks–
Didn't want to fight my way over, big guy on end looked mad.
I stand in the back, where as it turns out I had a better view.