How Do You Know What To Do....

There is no book, no pamphlet, no instruction manual for boys growing into manhood for the tale I am about to tell.....I was raised as the good Catholic boy that I am today and nowhere along that road to becoming the man I am today was I prepared for what happened today.
I am in the courthouse, waiting to talk to one of the deputies. I am standing by the restrooms listening to some April Wine ("Wanna Rock" a great tune; totally irrellevant to this story) on my Ipod. This is uaually an excellent time to people watch because where I stand is right by 4 sets of elevators, the hub (if you will) of the different court rooms you can go to, and.....the restrooms. Here, faithful, eager reader, is where you hero's new experience will take place. As I watch the sea of people, America's melting pot if you will, I notice a woman leaving the restroom. As she turns away from me to walk to her destination, I am exposed to the vision of something I only thought was possible in TV or movies. Her dress was tucked into the top of her panty-hose. Now, my quandry. I hurriedly debate between telling the woman, "Excuse me! You can't dress yourself properly!", fumbling for my IPhone's camera feature, or finding another woman so I can say "hey, ya MIGHT want to tell her somethings up, downtown!" But instead, because I just don't know what is the RIGHT thing to do.....I watch her walk into the sea of people, heading to her destination........hopefully to be seen by her fellow woman in sisterhood so she can tell her what's going on!
I finish talking to the Deputy and head to the elevator. I still can't help but smile.....because.........it IS kind of funny to me still..........

Fran's cafe before rehearsal

Define Irony...

Nice waterfall

Steve Vai's guitar

At the Hard Rock in Sacramento