A few weeks ago I noticed a package on my front steps. I couldn’t remember ordering anything, and didn’t recognize the return address. Not thinking that I had any enemies… At least non who know how to make anthrax…I opened it.
I peeled the tape back and pulled a slightly used Rickie Lee Jones vinyl out of the package. There was a note taped to it, with a signature that I could neither recognize nor read. I racked my brain, started thinking of old friends from the music business that may have found this record and for some reason thought to send it to me. Nothing was adding up. Especially the United States Senate stationary.