Fast-forward two years...
1984, My Senior Year at Evanston Township High School.

It’s the hourly mad dash of students going from third to fourth period classes. I'm standing at my locker at the busiest intersection of hallways in the entire school–where H-Hall Ts into the library–when my friend Mike Shawver, fresh out of Bob Knox's graphic arts class, walks up to me with a stack of 200 or so freshly-printed, note-pad-sized sheets of paper, each emblazoned with the grinning mug of a young be-pop-era Theloniuos Monk. Ah! Sometimes the universe just seems to make so much sense! Here Mike just completed his assignment to successfully offset-print a stack of , well, pretty much anything, and as result, I end up with a free load of images of my man, Thelonious Monk! Perfect! In the following moments that ensued, as fellow students flowed around me, I wondered what in the world my mission would now be, given the sudden endowment of Mike’s fantastic “Gift of Monk.