I only saw Stritch live in her show at the Public. That, of course, was pretty damned amazing.
That was 2001, right? It was the night before Thanksgiving, and driving home late that night with only five minutes to go, I hit my first (and I hope my last) deer. Rounding a curve on the interstate, suddenly the image of a deer trotting across the road was frozen like a flash picture in my mind, and I instantly knew it was going to be a hit, no way to avoid it. I was driving my friend's car, she had dozed off in the passenger seat, and suddenly I yell "SHIT!" and then BOOM. Fortunately, the angle of collision was in our favor, not the deer's. We were unharmed except for a little windburn feeling from the air bags, it was obvious that the deer didn't suffer, and insurance took care of the car repairs. Thanksgiving dinner the next day had a little more resonance to it than usual.
Now aren't you glad you asked about Stritch?