Yesterday I mentioned I know someone from Kansas. That would be my friend Adam, who moved into my high school for my senior year, established himself as one of the funniest people I ever met, then disappeared off the face of the earth shortly after I drove out to visit him in the fall of ’95. His name is too common to have any luck Internetting him, and he’s presumably in Kansas or worse anyway, so hiring a private detective would be a longshot. Anyway, speaking of private detectives, he and my friend Greg and I went through a phase that year where we got obsessed with the movie “Shaft”. We even wrote a dynamite Shaft-based skit for the TV show we never produced. So this is for you, Adam, wherever you are.