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Early day of culture...At 10:15 am, I met Heather downtown at Playhouse Square to catch the live broadcast of the NPR show, Michael Feldman's Whadyaknow?

As Michael himself noted in his pre-show chat, going to see a taping of a radio show is a little leap of faith. It was pretty cool, though, to see Michael and Connie Schultz Pultizer -winning writer from the Plain Dealer who was the first guest, and she was entertaining and interesting, despite the dire predictions of Hollywood Stafford (who was also in attendance).

The musical guest was Judith Owen, who is Harry Shearer's (of Spinal Tap and the Simpson's) wife. I am sure that her performance was mesmerizing on the radio, but she has an amazing presence in person. During the break before her segment, she wandered casually onto the stage, wearing a long leather coat, and sat at the grand piano. She is one of the people that has such stage presence that you watch them, even when they are in the background. (See Alice Ripley) She did two tunes, a wonderful cover of Smoke On the Water and Train Out Of Hollywood.

There was another guest who was ridiculous and boring, and I took his segment to visit the restroom. Didn't miss anything.

The final guest was an acquaintance of Heather's, chef and owner of Lola and Lolita's, Michael Symon. He was really funny and cool. And I learned a lot about salami and that every culture has its own stuffed dumpling.

Following the show, Heather and I went across the street to the Wyndham Hotel for a nice, leisurely lunch at Winsor's. I had a great concoction of penne, spinach, pine nuts and chicken in alfredo sauce. Lovely.

As all time with Heather is, this was a great (albeit drizzly) afternoon.