August 31st, 2008.
The last day of August. Ohio is hot and dry and we’re passing through it once again. This tour is fast, whirlwind and tiny. More a weekend trip than an
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
August 28th, 2008.
Heather and Rowan and I are hitting the road again today, I-70 is flashing past and grey skies are glowering down, Rowan’s in the backseat putting on his distinctive orange-smelling
August 23rd, 2008.
It’s on deep, cool nights like this that I’m in danger of falling in Love at a touch. Maybe summer’s dead. I can only hope. The death rattle of summer
August 20th, 2008.
It’s a beautiful morning. And quite frankly, we’ve had a couple of beautiful nights… we played outside yesterday at the Bethesda Farmer’s Market, ignored by most, Loved by a few
August 11th, 2008.
Yesterday was a day of children in the store. I have a Love / Hate relationship with children – I tend to hate them in a gruff, rough and tumble
August 9th, 2008.
I’m sitting at Java Mammas, working my way through the completion of John Thayer’s CD artwork. It’s going to be awesome if I do say so myself – I just
August 9th, 2008.
A friend of mine forwarded me some concerns about tracking devices being placed in drivers licenses… I hadn’t heard anything about it so I got to reading. I’ve been reading
August 3rd, 2008.
At the moment I’m sitting in a Starbucks, knowing I shouldn’t be, but my favourite independent coffeeshops are either way out of range or closed due to hideous fire damage.
August 2nd, 2008.
Slowly driving away from the storm. We’re playing out in Frederick tonight. Out being the operative word – out on the street for their First Saturday of August – we’ll