It's a small world after all...

Ok, so my brother just met Mikhail Baryshnikov in a Starbucks in Birmingham, Alabama. How unexpected is that? My brother was having coffee at the time with his friend, Brian, who speaks a little Russian, so they walked up to the guy and gave their regards in the guy's native language. They said he was very nice. I usually expect celebrities to not be very nice, so my brother's transcription of the event was a bit of a surprise, even aside from the expected "what-the-crap" factor inherent in the event of running into a famous Cold War expatriate.

--the management

Verbal pauses.

I wish I had something important and wise to say. But I don't. If I did, I would say it in Hemingway fashion. I guess I'll have to wait around a bit more and see if inspiration strikes me in the coming days. 30 days, 3 hours, and 15 minutes until the Crimson Tide's football season kicks off. Hmmm. How about this weather we're having? Wait, that was supposed to be rhetorical... How about this weather we're having.

--the management