Some numbers taken from the van out front of the club last night while standing guard, sipping off a Bud tallboy from the bullet-proof liquor store ‘cross the street: twenty-one minutes, three phone calls back to Texas, and four hand to hand “transactions” from uh, businessmen rummaging through their big puffy coats. Finally, a place for my per diems! Or at least to make a deal for a puffy coat. It was about thirteen degrees and windy, and was anyone’s guess as to how the whole thing’d turn out, but folks showed and we had a pretty big time despite the anti-rock forces that scowled on us through the night (upstairs load in, a P.A. that smelled and sounded like it’d taken a ride on a dung rollercoaster, and a couple of inexcusable staff folk). Despite these things, it was superb to see Nan, the promoter again, as we’re big fans of hers (thank you, Nan). Thanks much to Revival for playing, and all the Washingtown friends for coming on down and hanging out with us. And they got baseball again. I know they’re keeping with the old Senators tradition as best they can, but it’s a little untimely and creepy that the D.C. team’s got a big, fat “W” as the cap logo. Untimely and creepy bein’ as their most notorious resident, Dubya himself once sold the Rangers (the expansion team formed at the expense of the original Sen’s) off. Took that to the Red Roof north of town and slept on it for a while.