May 11th, 2006.
The new happy family. Del, George and Pica. George presents to me the horror that is a crawfish. As a Marylander, I feel quite at home dismembering a crab. This
May 10th, 2006.
Rowan’s Dad’s gun rack. How Southern is THAT?!!? No, really? How Southern? Woke up at Rowan’s after a long, restless night of tossing and turning. Didn’t get up with my
June 8th, 2005.
I-10 on the way back East. It means that with our generally evening-oriented approach to travel, we’re finally not forced to stare the sun down into our destination. We’re listening
June 6th, 2005.
18 days til Maryland. Last night Heather and I had a gig at a place called “Dean’s” that we’d picked up from Pete Simple at the Vintage Bar a couple
June 5th, 2005.
Still in Houston. I like it here. Well, I like it indoors here. We’ve been to a couple of open mics, met some interesting people, but mostly I’ve just sort
June 1st, 2005.
The night before last we left Kerrville – we would’ve only been able to stick around until noon the next day anyway, and I was tired of always being too
May 27th , 2005.
Tomorrow I compete at Kerrville Folk Festival, in what has got to be one of the more important performances I’ve ever had to make. Last night, we crashed with my
May 26th, 2005.
So, ok – where the stars FALL apparently. For the last two nights we’ve been staying at India House -a beautiful hostel in New Orleans. Heather had found out about