False alarm. We took the Mercedes-Benz out, took off the wheel that was scratching, and a small stone fell out. I guess it was stuck between the wheel and something else in there, and was making a lot of noise but doing no damage.
Evan brought his tools (he has a somewhat larger selection than I have) and some CDs, and we listened to the stereo and replaced all the filters, cleaned things and generally made up for a winter of lackluster maintenance on my part. Then we took it down a a place I know on Division, out west of here, where they do a really great hand wash and hand wax. It looks like the worst rat-hole in the world from the outside (part of this is a function of the neighborhood, which is slowly being rebuilt after falling apart for years). The guys working there thought the car was really classy. We took it over to Lincoln Park and I took some pictures of it. I really, really will scan one and put it here, I promise.
Rehearsal was short, and afterward we all went over to a place near Jenny's and hung out for a while. They had this solo guitar player who was some sort of afternoon entertainment, I guess. Jenny and Evan talked about bassoon things while the rest of us talked about them. It's that kind of group. I did ask Mary-Therese about which Jane Siberry recording would be the best to get, and she just said, "it's out of print now."
That's helpful, I guess...
Afterwards, Evan and I and Maureen and Daniel went over to Kingston Mines to hear some blues and hang out. It was that kind of day. Jenny went home and did laundry, and Mary-Therese went off to do whatever it is that acerbic Canadian women do.
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