Allow me to take you back in time several weeks. Hop aboard.


It was time to roll. Instructor turned on music.
And I started dancing.
Typically, for this to happen, I have to be very comfortable with the people around me. So me dancing at Jiu-Jitsu… What the heck was that?!
For starters, it was, at best, some weird kick thing reminiscent of Elaine from Seinfeld.

Who am I kidding? I never thought that.
Anyway, heading home one day, passing the house on the corner, which I pass every time I leave or come home, a guy walking toward the front door half turned to look my way as I drove by.
Whoa, I thought. That guy looks a lot like the guitarist from Surfer Dude and Blue Belt’s band.
Nah, couldn’t be.
But then… right build, right height, right hair, right half of face I saw as he turned (actually it was the left side), though I was across the street and driving by quickly…
His bandmates call him “Subie” because he drives a Subaru, and I have admired that beautiful blue car in the driveway every time I see it, even once thinking, “Hey, a Subaru, like Subie.”
The similarities were enough for me to reach out to Blue Belt as soon as I pulled into my driveway.