I flew back home for a week after delivering the rig curbside at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta. An internet and cell phone search yielded up a local driver named Tillis to set it at the dock for the Friday morning load in and the Saturday night out. I wondered if he was related to Mel. Stage Boss said ... Read More
So… Why Are You Still In Your Shoes?
Our recent radio expedition ran the first two Saturdays of April, from St. Paul to New York and return. Back in the day we could park an empty rig for a week at a marked curb in the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood and the driver could then either fly home or stay at a hotel in the Very Large City. After ... Read More
Signs
Taped on the inside of the entry door to the diner, this hand lettered felt pen manifesto: NO SMOKING NO CHECKS NO TAKEOUT NO RESTROOM FOR ... Read More
Nukes, Steaks, Rock & Roll
Lincoln, Nebraska brings back memories. I left my small town home in northeast North Dakota after graduating from high school a smidge short of magna cum laude. My dad offered me a deal: he wouldn't give me a free ride through college but he'd match whatever I earned on my own for the purpose. So ... Read More
Splitter
The last posting here generated more mail than the previous three years of writing and I'm moved and grateful to all of you. I tried to answer each one but if I missed anyone I thank you now. I still have dreams running with Italian backgrounds but not quite so frequent as they were. Maybe a guy ... Read More
Monte Cassino
This year's PHC summer cruise began with a jet flight to the port of Barcelona, where we boarded a ship for Marseilles, Monte Carlo and Livorno, Italy; the fifth stop was the dock at Civitavecchia, the railroad link into Rome. As mind-boggling and glamorous as those first cities were, my private ... Read More
First Word
First word typed on this spanking new machine is the one at the beginning of this very piece: "First." Just out of the box; what you are reading here is the virgin paragraph. (For whatever that's worth these days.) (Said the grumpy old naysayer.) And it feels good. Good keyboard, the familiar push ... Read More
Icicles, Straight Flush, Snowthrower
It has been some time since we last chatted -- some people say stuff like that -- and I have no good reason for the silence other than a fundamental character flaw, apparently incorrigible, and therefore not to be discussed. Hard to make nice about it, like trying to apologize for having a big ... Read More
It’s Real
Coming into central Indiana from Minnesota by way of Wisconsin you may choose to go through Chicago and take Interstate 65 south. Not far from Gary on the east side of the freeway, facing north, an ominously deep black billboard bears a brief message in ten bright bold white letters; three short ... Read More
Shoes, Insults, Diamonds
It's been some years since I first saw this strange style thing on the main street in smalltown Baldwin Wisconsin. Summertime. Sitting curbside on my hog waiting for friends who were having a hard time leaving the cool confines of a tavern full of bikers. This old farmer guy in bib overalls comes ... Read More
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