I've been listening to Ken Layne's recommendation, Drive-By Truckers, country and rock and roll, something like the Rolling Stones with fiercer lyrics.

They could have come from down the road.

Across the river there is a big club (relatively) called "Dimples". They could play there. It's the scene of drinking, adultery and fights. The sort of place where you could be cornered in the parking lot with a broken beer bottle at your throat. With a girl holding it.

Now, I'm a medium-tall slender woman. My hair is cut very short. I typically wear it flat, but it can be spiked.

To tease Lyman one night, I spent some time alone, spiking my hair, putting on dark eye make-up, red lipstick, and some slinky black things.

"Lyman," I said. "Take me to Dimples tonight."

"Janis," he said. "Put your hair down."