Kathe and I went down to the Vibe coffee shop last night to hear the Neon Gypsies play. We liked their music and we thought they looked awfully good playing, too -- and that was even before we found out that the drummer who looked like she was enjoying herself so much was Rose Cheyne, the daughter of an old friend of ours.
Go, Rosie -- try not to explode.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "People just explode, you know. It happens."\\
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