While dining at a fine suburban restaurant this evening, there was a 50-ish couple at the table behind us with their claws out -- bickering about everything, picking each other apart. I tried not to let it ruin our meal, but its hard to deal with that shit.

We wrapped our (very tasty) meal up at about the same time and followed them toward the door. And I knew without looking in the parking lot that she drove a Cadillac and he drove and SUV. I *knew* it.

And, as we walked out the door, I was validated by the sight of two huge single occupant vehicles headed, presumably, to some brown house where they could find separate rooms for their apparently separated lives.

I know I've settled into suburban living when I can positively ID the miserably successful...

We have our own arch in Des Moines now... big, pedestrian-carrying mutha right on the river. Not quite done yet, though...

I hadn't been east of the river in weeks but made it all the way to Ankeny (gasp!) to see an old friend rock a biker bar. And I met the acoustic dude.

Thursdays.

Rock on...