April 17th, 2007.
We’ve fallen on our feet in a good place again. If you’re ever in St Louis and you have a craving for some late night Magic, or beer… or coffee,
February 12th, 2006.
Snow is exquisite. It’s this incredible, magical conversion of the world into something Narnian and monochrome. It’s also damned cold and gets into crevices that have rarely been visited by
February 11th, 2006.
Fallen from the sky, I got an angel from Colorado on a plane yesterday. Sean Morse was a singer/songwriter we met on the second month of the Trip or so
December 1st, 2003.
The first day of December explodes upon us with a ferocity of molten dawn. Our room faces South East, and the sun gets up early and wants to know how