People I met at Saturday's garage sale

Jim, the guy who plays beautiful piano across the street--makes me feel like I'm in Rear Window.

Jean, from Guinea, whom I lent a couple of my favorite Guinean music CDs, and who is applying for political asylum here in the U.S.

Crazy Amy, local MC from Madison whom I've seen battle, and seen in a documentary, and who wrote a letter criticizing something I'd written in City Pages, but had never met. About my "slacker MCs" comment, Sims ended up answering it on a track on his excellent new album:

A hipster couple from down the block, really nice.

Another nice hipster couple from the neighborhood.

A really cool black guy who bought all my DVDs.

A white girl who bought all my books, practically.

An old man who bought.