How can the White House Bistro blare its live band's performance all over Downtown Saugatuck MI?

Well, for one, the band plays pretty tightly on covers, smooth enough that I thought I was hearing recorded music. I could hear it all the way over at Phil's, where I usually drink when visiting Saugatuck. It worked. It brought me in the door. It's almost a full house, with on table and five seats just opened up. Which I just gave up to a nice looking group of four, a double date. I am sitting in the last remaining chair. The band pauses no time at all between songs in their playlist. I am rather enjoying that. Every song changes style: from Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire to Running Down a Dream.

So one might wonder why I am flying solo tonight. I am happy to be flying solo tonight. Thursday night, I ran Grand Rapids with a friend who was dating my fun girl until she moved to Brooklyn. It's not easy to break in a new wing man, but he'll work out fine. Friday night, I attended UICA with two fun girls who had returned to West Michigan after life in Chicago and Salt Lake City. It's nice to step out with some great arm candy but the whole evening becomes making them happy. Which I like doing, but it makes me follow a lead and I meet no one new. Just sent to voice mail a call from the one who lived in Salt Lake City for ten years. Let's finish this post and call back.

Oddly enough, I was writing about Garrison Keillor's radio show as I listened to it up in Holland Michigan, sitting in an idling car at a Speedway. I was idling at 7:25 PM at the Saugatuck exit, and I had a brain fart: check the Red Barn Theater. I arrived in enough time to catch the opening minute of their radio theater show, kicking off with a re-enactment of a Whistler episode from 1944. While I enjoyed the show, I was ready to roll at intermission. Three radio shows cannot make a drama nor deliver a catharsis. It's Saturday night, and a catharsis would be just what the doctor ordered.

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WanderingWilbo is written by Wilbo in response to his travels for business and pleasure.