August 8th, 2010.
I almost killed a child today. Not in the fun way that I fantasize about every time one annoys the Hell out of me, but in the frightening real-world way
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
I almost killed a child today. Not in the fun way that I fantasize about every time one annoys the Hell out of me, but in the frightening real-world way
Putnam, CT remains one of our favourite towns, and I’m looking forward to walking down the hill onto the main street which is probably bustling with first-warmth activity. I have
Great open mics. Last night at Sully’s Pub in Hartford, tonight at the Space in Hamden. After all these years (almost 7 years of traveling!) I still Love open mics,
Curse you automated toilets. I’m not going to get too much into that as I think that anyone who’s ready the Journal has probably encountered that particular rant before. But
Oh my DEAR lord what a weekend. What a week! For that matter. I always get a little angsty when I feel we’re running full-tilt into our travels and if