We get outta town to see the Sawtelles...

We had to get out of Plantsville, the murder capital of the Northeast.  I drove through Plantsville Center on my way home this afternoon and, yes, crime scene tape all over the place!  But we wanted to catch Plantsville's own, so we ventured to Middletown's restaurant-rich Main Street to Typhoon, where The Sawtelles were playing their final monthly gig of the academic year.  The we, in this instance, is just buddy Keith and I since Sharie is on a girlfriend fling at the Cape and The Reet is not giving up the Yankees.   So we battle the Friday afternoon beach traffic on Route 9, listening to The Sawtelles, grab a great parking spot just off Main and walk over to our destination.  It's a great night, Main Street, USA is bustling.   It's still early, so as we enter we find a sparsely filled room with a small area in the front for the band.  However, we are led to a table toward the rear.  Hmmmm.  HEY, the Sawtelles stop by to say hey.  I relate to them the ongoing CSI saga back in the 'hood.  We lament our vantage point; cn we say 'We're with the band" next time?  Two blind guys trying to read the menu; both forgot glasses.  Idiots.  We order- I'll have this (pointing).   Cool place.  And filling up rapidly.  A 70's afro!  College town.  The Sawtelles sound great, in an understated, we're-not-going-to-threaten-your-meal way.I'm not going to jive you, we only get a general sense of the music from our outback post, but it sounds good.  We discuss that we must return with a group for a fun evening.