I have been having trouble with my email all week, so today I called tech support at Yahoo/AT&T/Exxon I hate voice mail, and today I was reminded of why. It was a worst case scenario. I spent almost an hour with a very nice woman who was patient and helpful, but we ended up nowhere. So she put me on hold while she transfered me to a suprvisor. I spent another hour talkimg to him and though he was very helpful, we still ended up puzzled, worn, and no further ahead.
It sounds hopeless, but we ended up having a good time, indulging sarcasm and music trvia. Turns out he was a big Page/Zeppelin fan. I told him about my brand new idea to publish a book about the 1983 ARMS Tour for Ronnie Lane, and he said he has 60 8×10’s from the second night in San Francisco. He said he would share them with me. It felt like a date with destiny, so we exchanged contact info. ‘How strange,’ I thought, ‘that I would meet another Page fan through these circumstances, something very good coming form something very frustrating. Like my friend Queenie used to say, ‘Duh-VIIIINE-Order!!” Very strange indeed. THE LED WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.
