Standing in Starbucks, I find myself surrounded by tall skinny young guys and I think to myself, these guys could pass as a rock band; I wonder if they realize it? So tall, young and skinny, in fact, that I was feeling like a down-and-out lawn gnome who maybe had lost his job and was trying to make ends meet with temporary gigs as a vacant-lot gnome. I say "gigs" now because I'm tight with rock stars. Because as luck would have it, I was surrounded by the Raconteurs, in town for tomorrow night's Norva concert. And as luck would even more have it, my friend Cindy had sent me free tickets to said concert just yesterday. So there is a meaning to Life. Not that I know what it is.