Archive for October 10, 2004

I stopped by Dough’s rehearsal space Saturday night and met the band’s puppy, Queenie who showered me in rough-tongued kisses. Puppys’ll do that: clean or not, dressed up or down, busted and broke, they’ll love you. Unconditionally. My friends are like that too — the tongue notwithstanding — and I have some great ones. Kevin,…