Somehow while on a layover in Chicago yesterday, I started thinking about my long, lost friend from Minneapolis, Leon Hammer. He sold suits by day, was a telemarketer at night and an actor on the weekends. He was a funny guy, a beacon of brightness during a dark time for me.
During my previously-mentioned last night there before moving home, he was one of the friends crammed into the back booth with me at the Uptown Bar. The Jayhawks were playing and between songs, Leon kept yelling “Sioux City”! He was from Iowa; maybe Sioux City, now that I think about it.