As you know, I now live in Chicago, but I haven't always. I grew up in small-town Missouri. Sunday night, Karen & I walked into a concert to our table and the headliner immediately came up to us. Essentially what he said in a very nice way was, "I recognize you, but I have no idea why." He is a year younger than me and graduated from the other high school in our small-town. With it being how it is we knew/heard of each other. Karen heard he was performing in Chicago and wanted to go support. We had no idea what music he played (Folky Rock) or anything about the last 10 years of his life (move to Europe and play music). We watched the line-up unfold with The Reverend John DeLore kicking off the show. As Karen and I looked up (our table was a couple feet from the performers so we were definitely front row), we immediately noticed he was wearing an Oberle Sausage hat. That is a family recipe place in our small town. Karen & I looked at each other and sh