I was thinking about the reading Madame Sarah gave me when I drove by her neon sign in a blizzard. I was in the ninth grade when I climbed up her steps for the first time. I went with a couple of the guys from school. We were putting together our first rock and roll band. I was hoping Madame Sarah could use her psychic powers to give us a little push, but it turned out her nephew ran a talent agency and she just gave us his card instead. He came out to have a listen in the garage and got us a gig playing for a lock-in at the YMCA. Just when you think West Broadway will never clean up flowers bloom in a bus shelter on the end of the block.