On our way to the Granada Theater holiday party last Thursday, my Man 'o The Hour and I noticed a big green sign taped to a pole on the corner of Greenville and McCommas: "SCHUBERT?" it read, with an e-mail address beneath. So, clever piano teacher marketing or something more?
A couple of e-mails later, a story of lost love and destiny emerged: Lori is looking for a guy named Michael who plays piano and has a cat named Schubert. They met on Greenville Avenue. She wrote to Unfair Park, "We did exchange a decent amount of information, but just little enough for it to be difficult to find each other without a little help from God or the Universe."
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So, Michael and Schubert (or if you know Michael and Schubert, or if you're Michael and Schubert's girlfriend and you need to cut someone), e-mail me and I'll pass along Lori's contact info. Or maybe you've already got it and just needed a little push. --Andrea Grimes