Listening To Wilco. I'm a sucker for a good banjo player. I've been thinking about "Wilco" today. I had been ruminating about how I hadn't seen him. Well, he came by last night. I swear, I can sense when he swings by my place. If I sense correctly, he doesn't stay long, just long enough to make sure I'm o.k. (and not with anyone else.) The walls, that separate what is inside from what's outside, won't budge. We just stay in our separate little spaces.  ¶ 6:57 PM