A friend of a friend - of many, many friends, actually - died overnight, it seems. The departed is not Seattle local and to my knowledge, I never met him. But lots of people I love chose to love him too, and so I’m unhappy. Reflective, maybe. Moody.

WFHB is having the locals show - Frankie, Phil and Al played. Jim hosted. Now they are playing a song by someone I’ve never heard (Tinyfolk, it seems) called “Oh, I miss my Indiana” which appears to contain a Dale Lawrence lyrical reference and which appealed to my current melancholy.