It was to my great surprise that I was asked what I would like to do for my welcome party. A welcome party. I had never heard of such a thing! After agonizing over an open set of choices (I had only begun DMC’s current book club piece on decision making), I realized that I had never been to the, but that I had heard great things about it (from family that were of blues-going age at that time), and so I thought that could be fun. When looking at the list of bands playing that week, I noticed a band named was playing that Saturday. I knew nothing of them, but surely a group with enough respect for to take him as their namesake would be promising, as I supposed may be the case for.

That Saturday night, after wandering Chicago and certainly not being lost, thank you very much, I made it to the House of Blues. I seem to have arrived just as Tesla was setting up, for not five minutes later, I had found the folks from DMC who had come to see the show, and the curtain lifted. What followed was an excellent concert, whose lyrics I knew not at all, but enjoyed immensely, interspersed thoroughly with conversations with my new coworkers, from stories of shows to plans to see metal concerts to warm welcomes.  With that, my consternation disappeared – this was not some forced event, a masquerade to put the new guy in the spotlight. This was what DMC was all about:  a community of bright, passionate people, nurturing each other’s interests and abilities, taking on tough projects as eagerly as they take to their pastimes - and enjoying every bit of it.