Wednesday night found me in the strangest situation I've ever been in. I cut out of class a little early to meet Jimmy in Decatur, where his co-worker was playing a gig at a place called the Palate. The Palate is a small wine bar with regulars that look like they belong in a yacht club. Plaid button-ups with sweaters tied around the neck, the whole
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