I get a job at a small ad agency at Northland. They only have one small account. (A stage play?) I go over to D'Arcy and I was freelancing there for 3-1/2 years and run into Greg Moy. I give him my telephone number. Then I get a haircut. I look like a prisoner--it's super short on the sides. I go back to D'Arcy and joke about the haircut.
I meet a guy who's from Plymouth, MI. I ask him if he knows Tony Ruda and he doesn't. Then we're waiting for some act to go on an Tony's. He's having a jazz festival in his yard.
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