Beautiful day, beautiful day. Woke up in the shadow of what I grew up thinking of as “my Grandpa’s mountain” – Mount Nittany. We didn’t make time to go up and see if any sign of his old house is still there. Probably really foolish of me not to make the time. We’re driving home along the river in the first sunshine we’ve seen in a week and – well – I think we’ll all eager to just be going HOME. The shows have been great, the audiences have been wonderful and we’re homeward-bound triumphant, but I AM glad to be going HOME. My neck is sore, my computer’s bulging with photos and video and there’s a certain Zen to the post-tour SORT that I really am looking forward to.
Last night’s show was Lovely. Acoustic Brew has a great little following there in central Pennsylvania and I grew up Loving this area. Nostalgic and bitter-sweet, it’s so different now – completely unrecognizable. But then again, so am I.
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