The Unknown: The Red Line.
  To the studios of WEFT, for our late-night in-depth interview with the host of the Eclectic Seizure Radio Hour, which is actually two hours long. William had some trouble with the ontological issues involved in being both the host and one of the interviewees, but we managed it with sound effects. We had a gig at the Jazz Café, though for a while they weren’t going to let us in because of how poorly we were dressed. Then, when we read our essays on-stage peering into the dimly lit ambiance, a saxophonist we had never met before played mournful jazz, as Dirk deconstructed Adrienne Rich in toe-tapping rhythm.

It was hard to leave the fertile middle, that Athens on the Plains, home of William Gillespie and his entire known entourage, but we had a lot of stops to deal with in Chicago, and we knew it wouldn’t be long before we were back in Urbana.

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