August 29th, 2008.
Sunshine is stabbing through as we find ourselves pinned behind a dump truck on I-70 heading rapidly out towards Louisville, KY eating molasses cookies. It’s going to be a long
April 11th, 2008.
Oh God, it’s too early. But Heather’s destined to get her tattoo today, so we’ve got to make it from Louisville, KY to Columbus, IN by 11am. It’s not a
April 10th, 2008.
Heather and I have been hitting night after night here in Louisville, KY – smacking ourselves into the local scene. Being from Maryland, nominally from the north and certainly from
April 9th, 2008.
Still in Louisville, where the temperature is pleasant, but the rain will creep back into my world by nightfall. I feel for the people who live a few hours from
October 6th , 2007.
Illinois stretches flat and endless and Indiana waves good bye. There’s a trinity of trucks ahead of us and scatterings of families in their minivans and campers. I’m slowly losing
October 1st, 2007.
Ah, the first of the month. Time to pay bills. And it seemed like such an idyllic day. Last night we played the absolutely fantastically rediculous Church on the Rocks
September 30th, 2007.
Man. Beyond the USUAL reasons that I’m glad I didn’t die in my sleep last night, I’m really, really glad that the above were not my last recorded words. My