It turns out that Owen likes ska. In particular, a local ska band, Umbrella Bed, which you used to see playing in places like the Turf Club (they may still play there, I don’t know — it’s been a long time since I’ve been to the Turf Club). Once upon the time I knew the band’s French horn player. Somehow Owen managed to find one of their CDs, and it wasn’t long before he was dancing around. Which would be fun, if the music weren’t just a trifle repetitive.

I was a bit concerned when “King Harold” started playing. Oops. But from the refrain, “You fucking ruled, Harold!” he didn’t start repeating what I expected. Instead he asked, “Who is Harold?” A fine opportunity for a history lesson. I’d share the track with you, but iTunes freezes up when it plays the CD. I’ll take that as a sign.

That, and the fact that Owen’s been throwing up all day. But don’t take that as an editorial comment.

Poor kid.