1. I was with John Schulte, a grade school chum. He wanted me to get something out of his locker, but I could figure out the combination for it.
2. I was in the Tool & Die area near downtown Detroit and had just seen Scott Gwinell's jazz group perform I went out into the night, trying to figure out where I asked my car. I looked around the deserted streets and finally found my car. It was wedged in a tiny space on the side of a brick building, on the edge of drop-off. I was totally frustrated and figured it was going to take several hours to get the car out.
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