I was at a department team-building / brainstorming meeting at Lake Saint Louis listening to my boss speak, when my co-worker Carter leaned over and said,
"So, you hear Leonard Cohen's coming to Saint Louis?"
I have a little retrograde amnesia about what happened next. Whatever it was, it frightened Carter. Then somehow my iPhone was in my hand and I was scanning the tour dates, muttering, "Spain ... Barcelona ... damn it with the Canada ... Chicago ... Nashville? SAINT LOUIS!" Then I began pressing the purchase button, shouting, "Purchase! Purchase!" Luckily, the boss was done speaking by then. But there will be no purchase until August 3rd.
What distresses me is that in addition to Walter Cronkite and Queen Elizabeth II, I chose Leonard Cohen for the death pool this year. But that was before he deigned to come to Saint Louis. He is forgiven.