Am I perceiving more job-related resonances just because I'm leaving and it's a big deal this week? Sunday night I'm waiting on the el platform because I can't hang for the duration- til 2 a.m.- of J's gig at Subterranean, and echoing off the buildings from an out of view is the voice of Elvis calling Bingo. Verbatim: "Y'all ready to play some fuckin Bingo? Awlright, listen here, G 61! G 61, y'all."