The point of going to Oak Lawn? The Italo-American Accordion Company.
The elderly and friendly couple that owned the place sold me a nice used one, for $250. We will see how much of an athletic disaster it will be getting it back to Pittsburgh.
Already, when played, it can be seen to alarm the living shit out of my sisters' small terrier. I take this as a good omen.
Now I merely need to study at the feet of fancybred or something.
Oh and yesterday: hung out with gustavolacerda passing through on his way down to Brazil, and teki and his girlfriend Liz, who seemed pretty awesome. We did Second City. Let's look at some friggin' art! This one's by monnit.