I had the pleasure of spending part of last weekend’s trip to Connecticut with the Drunken Accountant, an old friend of mine from back in the day. (We also spent some time with the proprietors of the music store where we worked for most of our teens and twenties, but they deserve a post all their own. Suffice it to say they showed up at my parents’ house around midnight with a gallon of vodka, a can of Diet Dr. Pepper, and the kind of vim and vigor that only those whose nest has recently emptied can have.) Continue reading »