When I was a senior in high school, David Schumacher asked me if I wanted to go downtown and see a free show of a band called U2. I said no. Bad decision in retrospect. (It was before their first album came out, and most bands he liked were punk bands so I was skeptical.) They played the Spartan Pub. A friend of Christina's organized the show, and she cooked dinner for them.
the hands that guide me are invisible