February 26th, 2006.
Sleepy rob. We’re in Wilmington, NC and Deanne’s new house is just beautiful. The dogs are welcoming and curious about the scents of Spooky, Artemis and Zorro. So much sunshine,
February 24th, 2006.
Tuesday night we drove up to Blufton, South Carolina to play the Blufton Ale House. My natural inclination in all things is to get places early, and even though I’d
February 22nd, 2006.
Life’s okay. Chris took us to the beach yesterday, and the weather was simply perfect. Amy’s telling me that there’s snow back home (of COURSE!) but I can’t be made
February 21st, 2006.
So, finding the bathroom in the dark is becoming a recurring theme. Heather and I got into Savannah last night after a hideous fight with I-95 traffic. I think I’ve
February 20th, 2006.
We’re back out and travelling and my mind is settling easily into the routine of eating Cheerios found in the driver’s seat and watching the miles fly by. Heather and
February 19th, 2006.
The last couple of nights have been rapid fire gigs, and I’m not sure if I’m discouraged by them or not. Thursday night the full band headed out to play
February 17th, 2006.
Last night we played a full band gig out at Fletcher’s, as part of the Emergenza Battle of the Bands thingie. Not really a battle, not in the cool cage
February 15th, 2006.
Coffeehouses are such funny things. It’s the 15th by virtue of being after midnight, and Valentine’s Day has died for those of us who don’t have anything to do with
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