Heya,
Got a real kick out of Brian's blog today. (wish i knew how to do the thing where you can click on it and then go to it but I don't. It is, however, about three inches to your right.) Brought me back to the days of walking the concourse at Copps Coliseum with my cage on wheels full of condiments.

Brian failed to mention that he was the money room guy. The nucleus of the place, down in the subterranean high security vault with his green bankers visor (okay, no visor but it works), running thousands and thousands of dollars through his counting machines, making neat piles of twenty dollar bills and snapping an elastic around them with flourish. If your stand needed change, he was there, marching through the crowds with his ice cream cooler bag full of cash. High stepping it over all the bodies strewn on the floor at Grateful Dead concerts, always a gentleman. There were tense moments, like stand managers bursting into tears when they couldn't get hold of distribution and had run out of hot dog buns,but he always kept his cool. He would nod, flick on his radio and get you what you needed. Then you might not see him until the end of the night, through the money room window, hunched over the desk like Silas Marner into the wee hours of the morning.

It's no consequence my friends, that Brian and BRAIN have the same letters.

Better go. More later hopefully.