Michigan lost the hockey game in its first-ever shootout, 4-3. The shootout was kinda lame, but the game was exciting and back and forth and the Yost crowd was out in force and even had a few wrinkles. Dancing to Blues Brothers? Hilarious. A capella-ing Blues Brothers and dancing after the band was done? Inspired. The weird yipping during offensive-zone puck possession on the penalty kill? Genius.

Otherwise it was a nostalgia-filled romp through the streets of A2. If we used to love it, frequent it, eat it, or browse it we were back this weekend. Jenelle checked out new Ross and we both enjoyed new UMMA; Justin joined for dinner at Red Hawk, and we had Pizza Bob's shakes on the way back to the hotel. By the time we were headed eastward on Sunday evening with #27 Pat & Dick's Honeymooner in our bellies we had had a great time.

The drive seemed shorter than before and we both postulated that this was pure physiological gain from quieter, more comfortable surroundings. We listened to two CDs that contained 14 of our fave albums, dialed in the exact temperature we each desired, and talked at a reasonable volume. It felt like being spoiled - which it was.

Tonight was a Public Safety commission meeting in LMT that I attended and found very insightful. Hunting was the topic at hand and I was a representative of the P&R board, but everybody kept their cool and was collaborative. I expect a positive outcome.