November 6th, 2007.
We finally get to head home today. Our zig-zagging path that has slalomed us from Maine to Missouri is finally leading us to Maryland and we couldn’t have asked for
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
We finally get to head home today. Our zig-zagging path that has slalomed us from Maine to Missouri is finally leading us to Maryland and we couldn’t have asked for
It’s been a little tricky here in Nashville. No surprise. There’s a lot of things still going on back home, backlash from family stuff that I’m just not very connected
Heather and Rowan picked me up from Nashville International Airport early on Friday morning. I practically hadn’t slept since I saw them last and they were foolish enough to turn
The Bluebird was a nightmare. It falls into the category of “places with a huge and entirely undeserved reputation”… or perhaps “places with open mics that are like a form
So, it wasn’t THAT bad – but there was the realization that we’ve covered a LOT of ground, going out to Kerrville and coming back to Eddie’s Attic all for