HAD DINNER WITH RAND SIMBERG: He was passing through on his way to Washington, DC (everyone comes to Knoxville eventually — Jean-Paul Sartre once came here via B-29, a more dramatic means of conveyance than Rand managed). Then home to finish Rebecca Blood’s book. My daughter is off at her great-grandmother’s, while my wife is off in Kentucky with a film crew, interviewing the families of teenage killers for her documentary.