After the Dawson Street Pub, just about anything else was going to be a bit of a letdown - but this ceiling fan at Donavan's the next night WAS pretty damned cool. I guess the whole bar had a kind of reef, tropical kind of motif going on.

It turned out the open mic we were playing was actually run by a guy we knew from before - we'd met Rick at the Coffee Club (in Media? I think).

We sold a couple of CDs, and met some cool people - specifically - Dave - the Johnny Cash impersonator. Great Man in Black Covers. Very pleased.

The sound here was gorgeous, but other than that, I was kind of distracted by all the hockey.

Rick and Dave, respectively.

Philadelphia didn't treat us as well this time around, but I think a lot of that was attitude. We, of course, Loved hanging around with Shane, and he hooked me up with a new copy of Diablo II, which made my Life pretty complete, but - we hung around in Maryland because of my father's cancer surgery, and that was kind of difficult. I'm just so glad that that's over with. All that's left is recovery...

"All that's left" - I know it's not that simple, but I have to think of it that way lest I just go crazy.