In college in 1985, I shared a rental car with a guy whose name I can't even remember to go home to CT for Christmas. I had some of my records with me -- including my Bearsville copy of "Like This" -- in a box that I mistakenly left in the rental. I figured, okay, I'll just see him in January and get my recs back.

Don't you know he dropped out and we never heard from him again?

Hey! Drop-Out Guy! If you see this, I want my record back!

Thanks for letting me vent my spleen.

Also, any NYC shows soon? Any shows I can bring my toddler son to?

--Stella