what’s wrong with this pitcher?

now playing: the red sox versus the blue jays on mlb.com

boy. this week is going to cause many an ulcer in the stomach lining of redsox nation.

there’s a glitch in the matrix or something. there’s – as stephen stills would say – “something happening here…what it is ain’t exactly clear…”

teams that suck ass are eating the collective lunches of the contenders.

i’m not saying this strictly from the perspective of a red sox fan…i’m sure my friends who are yankees boosters are shaking their heads as well. i mean, come on – kansas city is on a tear, fer petes’ sake! and somehow, the yankees managed to lose some embarrasing games over the past month to teams like baltimore (lost 17-9 on tuesday), as well as the perennial losers toronto and tampa bay earlier this month.

and boston…well, they’re doing what they do best this time of year…hittin’ the snooze button.

millar, mueller, and nixon are a combined 0-for-infinity this month…the game i’m watching now saw them manage to tie the game on a david ortiz home run in the eighth with no outs, then manny walked, followed by a varitek single that sent manny to third. john olerud came up to bat in millar’s place and i thought, “you know…they might actually pull this off….”

but when olerud went down, i knew the inning was over.

and just like clockwork ferris mueller and trot dick-son sat ’em down, with manny on third base waiting to bring the potential winning run home.

and pitching…boy, oh, boy. bronson arroyo is the steve gutenberg of baseball….he keeps showing up, and everytime he does, everyone wonders, “how the hell does that guy still have a job?”

the sox have a kid, jon papelbon, who came in in the eighth and sat down the entire side with seven pitches. he gave up one hit in the top of the ninth, and that was facing their strongest hitters. so why is this guy sitting on the bench most of the time while they send in idiots like mike myers and that loser, chad bradford?

maybe it’s the subconscious need to create the drama and tension that red sox nation would, frankly, miss noticeably if they were to post largely W’s during september and not blow must-win/should-win games to teams like toronto and tampa fucking bay.

now, as i type this, the words “in play, run-scoring play” have popped up on the gameday screen with david ortiz batting in the bottom of the 9th in a tie game – so that tells me, essentially, that the game is probably over….ok, here we go:

David Ortiz singles on a ground ball to left fielder Gabe Gross. Johnny Damon scores. Edgar Renteria to 2nd.

ok, so once again, it comes down to Big Papi to drag the rest of these losers up to his level.

it’s as if ortiz is allen iverson and the rest of these non-productive uniform models are the rest of the sixers.

well, that means, essentially, that they’ve managed to stay only one game behind the yankees in the division, and should still be in the running with cleveland, depending on what they do. however, the final three games begin tomorrow – at fenway – with the yankees. and the biggest factor in these games is that there’s no more “keeping pace”. when one team wins, the other team loses (obviously) and there’s no more waiting to see if the opposing team on the other side of the rivals will help you out by beating your nemesis so that it doesn’t matter that you sucked that day.

there’s no more time to suck.

so listen up…millar, mueller, nixon, and all the rest of you shiftless bastards who have been content to ride papi, manny, and varitek’s occasional brilliance to the point in time where you’ve now arrived…

shape the hell up. it’s time to produce.

cowboy up, assholes.


next on sportscenter: the mannings and manual labor

now playing: buddy miller, “does my ring burn your finger”

in a lot of ways, this weekend was just what the doctor ordered…friday was rather insane at work, and while i’d had other things planned for the weekend that didn’t ultimately pan out, i think it went pretty much the way it was supposed to – we had an unexpected visit from jayda’s friend frankie (whom i call “franklin”, just because i know it irritates her a bit) on saturday night, and jayda decided to cook for everybody when she got there, because she was apparently a bit hungry.

i had picked dylan up earlier that day, and we went to the mall so i could get my Official John Goodman Collectors’ Edition Haircut – i’m not sure which way i like it less…the way it was before or the way it is now. i think it’s a bit of a toss-up. anyway, we hung around the house, worked in the basement, and shot each other with darts for a large portion of the day. sunday was rather low-key…overcast and threatening rain all day. so we sat around and watched toronto hand a game over to the yankees on a silver platter in the 7th inning and flipped back and forth between that game and the eagles and the phillies/reds game.

then, on sunday night, it was my great pleasure to watch san diego finally give ladanian tomlinson the damn ball and let him do his thing – which, on this night, was to humiliate the younger manning brother and his team.


have any of you seen the ridiculous commercial that the manning brothers made for the red cross? now, i’m not trying to make light of whatever they may have actually contributed to the relief effort, but this commercial shows the two brothers standing next to a conveyor belt that’s coming off a plane. the belt has boxes on it, spaced out somewhat evenly, and one of the brothers picks up a box off the belt and hands it to the other, who then turns and puts the box back down on the conveyor belt. now, someone please, please explain to me how this herculean effort on the part of the manning brothers is furthering the relief effort? they’re doing the same work by hand that the conveyor belt was gonna do in the first place!


i must say, though, eli definitely has the edge over his big brother in terms of losing gracefully. if that had been payton on the receiving end of that whoopin’ last night, he’d have been cryin’ and pointin’ fingers and whining to the officials…eli at least maintained a modicum of dignity.

oh, and how ’bout that adam vinitieri?

i’ve grown to love watching bill cowhers’ face grow more and more grotesque from season to season – the scowl that he’s worn for years is slowly starting to descend into this nasty, jokeresque mutation of a face that could wake a person from a deep sleep if chanced upon in a dream.

boy….there’s a scary thought for ya.

anyway – this week is going to be amazing, from a sports perspective…the final days of the regular season for major league baseball find new york and boston tied for first place in the AL east, and cleveland (who lost an absolute heartbreaker yesterday) keeping pace with the chicago white sox and holding on to their lead in the wild card race…and here, all eyes are on philadelphia, who closed in by another game on roger clemens and the astros (speaking of the rocket, i’m starting to think that he and jason giambi are twins separated at birth – the only reason i’m not sure of it is that for the last couple of years, i’ve been noticing that giambi bears more and more of a resemblence to vincent dinofrio’s character in men in black…truly, truly scary.)

i wonder if the family would be up for going to a phillies game this week?

maybe not…after watching them hand a sealed W over to the mets in the 8th inning, i’m a little perturbed with them at the moment.

one thing that i’ve noticed more this season than perhaps any other is that teams are losing games to teams that they should be able to beat in their sleep – and in epidemic proportions. i’ve never seen quite so much of it as i have this year.

stakes are high, man…stakes are high.


open letter number 79: mitch deighan

now playing: dolly varden, “surrounded by the sound”

so, my friend, it appears that the game is over, and your team has won.

after almost two years of fighting, bickering, scheming by politicians and neighbors with a hidden agenda, the dust has settled and it appears that the neighborhood has come out on top in the battle to save the northern liberties playground.

i got your voicemail earlier this week…you sounded elated when you were telling me that you’d finally gotten the word from council sources that “no part of the playground, in whole or in part, would be sold to any individual or outside concern”, and that it appeared to finally be a done deal.

i’m sure there are other people who know how much you invested, in terms of time, energy, effort, money, the whole package – to bring this about.

it’s my hope that you give yourself a couple of minutes to give yourself the credit you deserve for the happy ending.

look, buddy – we both know how you are. we both know that if it came down to an “i’d like to thank the academy” moment, that you’d have a list of people that you’d thank for their parts in this thing that’d be as long as your arm.

but let’s face facts for a minute.

you can take any one of the people that you’d potentially thank for their role and remove them from the equation – and chances are pretty good that you’d have still gotten the same result.

take papa mitch out of the equation, though, and the whole house of cards crumbles. none of this happens the way it ultimately did.

i hope you realize that, and i hope you can appreciate your role in the end result.

the budding idealist – the young soul who hasn’t yet been scarred by cynicism or jaded by the ways of the world – sets out to change the world in big ways always. folks like yourself understand that the world is changed one battle at a time, one victory at a time…

…one playground at a time.

every time you walk by that playground now, you can do so with the knowledge that if it weren’t for you, it wouldn’t exist. and the lives of the children who play there wouldn’t be the same without you.

my hats’ off to you, brother. a job well done.


days go by like ghosts in chains…

now playing: aunt pat, “satellite”

first of all, before i get into making excuses for my absence, let me just say…

this song kicks ass.

i remember talking to blake while we were working together on his record about this song, specifically…and he had said that he thought it should be faster, and that he tried pleading his case to no avail…

…thank God.

this song, if it had come out in a more receptive era, would have been a total friggin’ anthem. it’s heavy but not plodding, and the chorus is absolutely perfect.

i’d put it up for you to download, but i dunno how mister allen would feel about that.

maybe later.

so, anyway….yeah. i’ve been away for a while. and without getting too carried away about where i was or what i did on a daily basis (which i’m somewhat inclined to do, but i’ll spare you), let’s just say that the weather was perfect, i got a lot of groundwork done for the book, i got to bear witness to arguably the most beautiful real estate on the planet at the perfect time of year for doing so, and i was in the company of great people.

i took somewhere in the neighborhood of 600 pictures…but to start posting them here would lean in the direction of becoming the Overzealous Returning Vacationer.

i know that person, and i don’t want to become that person.

maybe i’ll put up a couple when i’m finished with the site redesign, but probably not right away.

i’ve got so, so much crap to do of late…two websites, in addition to my own, to build…my own to redesign….a book to write, an album to finish….

but, oddly – i wake up ready to get out of bed now. i don’t feel the Morning Dread the way i’ve become somewhat accustomed to.

i like it.

i basically crammed all the mail that accumulated during my absence into my shiny new backpack (birthday present…L.L. Bean. KICKASS backpack…thanks, wen) and brought it to work with me today to sort through during my lunch break…and i’m left with this thought….

why is it that we’re so collectively indignant about spam?

i’ve literally filled my wastebasket with paper today. bottom to top. some of that goes back a few weeks, granted – but i can’t help but wonder why it is that we all get our boxers in a wad over email that we can delete that uses virtually no natural resources, yet we seem to have collectively resigned ourselves to throwing out the reams of garbage that gets shoved through the slot in our door on a regular basis?

hell, it takes a lot less energy to hit the “delete” key than it does to gather all the collected credit card offers, catalogs, and coupon collections that show up in your mailbox and seek out a spot for them in your trash bin.

now, don’t get me wrong – i hate spam as much as the next person. but where’s the outrage about the real junk mail?

anyway…i do believe that the time off – especially coming on the heels of a month and a half of bustin’ my ass – certainly served the purpose of recharging my batteries. i’m ready to take on the world now.

especially since i’ve got all this space on my desk now.

making the email rounds

now playing: dan fogelberg, “these days”

maybe you’ve gotten this by now, maybe you haven’t.

maybe it’s true, maybe parts of it are exaggerated.

i’ve made up my mind.

you can do the same.


My thanks to all of you who have sent words of encouragement… PRAYERS…. (really need those big time) and thanks too for the additional offers for assistance. I wasn’t going to bother y’all with another email from here – but apparently some of you sharing them (which is fine) (there are lots of desperate people needing to be heard in general terms.) Since y’all are fielding questions on our behalf I’ll take a stab at answering the ones you have sent to me. But remember please that my experience is just one voice in a very remote rural area. You have a better idea than I do, likely as not, what is going on statewide. I don’t get all that much outside news here.

The state of Louisiana is in one of two worlds.

There is the situation that y’all are seeing on TV.

And then there is the support situation in the rest of the state. That is mainly those of us coping with the refugees… POST-hurricane alley.

The photos you see on TV are accurate judging from all of the eye witness accounts of new arrivals. For once it seems the media is NOT sensationalizing the story. It is every bit as horrible as you think it is…..and some of the stories we have been hearing (again – from eye witnesses – not from the rumor mill) will haunt you forever – so I am not going to share them. What you are already seeing will last you a lifetime.

The anger and outrage you see is not limited to New Orleans. The entire state (both worlds) are experiencing it. It is very, very difficult for us to comprehend why we are unable to get assistance. We understand YOU ARE SENDING IT…..but we are having trouble receiving it which is a puzzle in our advanced society

In my area…there is SOME relief present – but it has come slowly and it has been VERY frustrating to access it.

In addressing the delays in getting it here – eh….WE are NOT under water. We have a perfectly clear and dry interstate running into our area from Arkansas as well as Texas….we have an international airport twenty miles from here that lands military planes all the time….cargo planes….we are having difficulty understanding why the aid can’t come in here….we are the center of the state. Barksdale Air Force Base is in this state. We are mystified by the hold ups. For New Orleans and for ourselves.

As I shared with you last night – our specific refugee camp is doing fine……we are sharing what we have (the refugees and the few local families in our remote area)…..we are NOT fine because the stuff you are sending got here. Our own self reliance and willingness to share has gotten us to this point – NOT because any agency has offered assistance or because the government is helping us.

We just don’t understand.

We don’t’ understand why it took the Congress a week to get to D.C. (they will get there by NEXT MONDAY??????) to pass a bill to help us ???? We don’t get that. If you want to help us – ask your elected official where they were between at the point they knew a Category 5 hurricane was FOR SURE going to hit New Orleans (last Sunday)…..between that day – and NEXT Monday (eight days later???) – where have they been?????

Please ask when they come back after a senate “fact finding mission”…..or as they convene yet another expensive “commission” or committee investigation…..or hop over here to ladle a spoonful of food at a real clean and sanitized shelter – before the TV camera – in a week or two – ask them where they were yesterday – on August 31st????? We would sort of appreciate it if they would answer that for you. That might help the next citizens in harm’s way.

There will be LOTS of opportunities for photo ops….People will be suffering for a long, long time.

We don’t understand why two nights ago the officials in charge put out a request for any and all type of boats to evacuate people from New Orleans. Boaters responded by the hundreds. Every person in our area including refugees answered the call. OVER 200 boats showed up to help. When they arrived they were told only twenty would be allowed to go and assist. We don’t get that. People are dying. The Cajun boys in boats from around here grew up on the backwaters and bayous. They can drive the rivers and channels at night with ease. Why would we not send them in there. Their flat-bottom boats and airboats would have done some good as far as we can tell. They know the water ways here better than the highways. They are damn good shots, they are used to allegators…..and they have grit…..They are skilled in this area….more so than anyone unfamilar with these water ways. Why weren’t they given a chance???

Central Louisiana organize a bus carvan two nights ago – on our own – to go and get people out of New Orleans…and they were turned back. TODAY the ordered our schools closed here and ordered every bus to come and help out. We didn’t need to be ordered – we tried to do it a full day ahead of the order.

The coordination of efforts and resouces is non-existent as best we can tell. The citizens in general seem more effective (or at the very least AS effective) as the alleged professionals with all the technology and machinery.

We know you are sending help to us – but they won’t let the help we have mustered GIT ER DONE. And while we wait for the outside world to arrive – and the rule pushers to sanction our efforts ….people are dying.

Thank you for being frustrated with us. Thank you for your outpouring and compassion. Thank you for making noise. We know we are not alone. And we take extreme comfort in that fact. We can give generously and completely cuz we know help IS on the way.

Until then the puzzles will continue I expect.

We don’t’ understand why the Red Cross is refusing to feed refugees housed in homes all up and down the state. We are told they must be IN the shelter to have hand outs from the Red Cross – and yet the shelters are full – they can’t HANDLE the people. So hundreds of citizens are taking them in – and assistance is being denied to those not in the shelters. The reason given for this – at least at our Red Cross office – is because “regular citizens” might try and take food they are not entitled to – so they can only feed those who are in their shelters.

OTHER agencies (not the Red Cross) are addressing that by simply asking to see an ID verifying that the refugee is from a devastated area. The address alone is proof they are from areas that no longer exist. And even after it has been discussed with the Red Cross (that this person can prove they are from a hard hit area) – still the Red Cross will not give them food.

The Central Louisiana Food Bank is – tomorrow – opening the doors for my group….finally (it will be five days after the fact)…..finally they will get their first bit of help from an institution (as opposed to individuals).

So if you are going to give money – I recommend giving it to agencies who are actually getting the supplies to the needy. Some of the churches have decided to help by opening their own kitchens as the rules and regulations are simply not working in this particular disaster. It might have worked in the past but not this time. Give the money to your local church. They will get it to us.

If it helps you – in this area the Methodists and Baptists have definitely waived all the nonsense and cut throughout the red tape and they are feeding people. Period. All that money raised from concerts and such didn’t feed them tonight. But lots of upstanding United States citizens did. I didn’t witness it with my own eyes but I have heard the Salvation Army is getting food distributed and they are not worrying about requiring paperwork to get it. They are feeding hungry people. Period. Relief workers – whomever. And I say thank you to them for that.

It frustrates me a bit that for some reason the Red Cross – who is getting MOST OF THE MEDIA COVERAGE seems the least responsive for those of us in the out laying areas. Which is not for one moment to say they are not going good things – I am sure they are – but they can’t seem to cover it all. So I would like the agencies filling in the cracks to get recognized too. The Red Cross is a private agency – I think it would be okay to spread the wealth a bit.

It is more complex than what I am saying in this note. I understand that. But what I am sharing with you the frustration of relief workers and refugees.

Refugees are asking me how they can get money. I have no answers.
They HAVE money. But can’t access it. And when they cannot get food from the relief centers – they need to buy it. (Well not in our area – we have it covered) but in most areas they are spending their own money to get food.

Example: one refugee has money in Chase Manhattan. We have a branch office not too far away so we contact them and they cannot release funds to this person. Why? Because the refugee’s branch office no longer exists and they cannot verify his funds????

There is a woman here who needs baby formula – and she is a welfare mom – who..in the process of evacuation lost her identification – so the social workers says they cannot help her. Interestingly enough a private citizen did help her.

A reasonable person can perhaps cope with all this on a normal day – but if you have lost everything you own…you have not eaten..the baby is sick….you have walked (or sometimes dog paddled) and waited days to get to civilization and hours in a line in the heat – it is simply more than you can process at that point.

The campers we are assisting in are in a National Park. They are being charged fifteen or twenty dollars (depending on which site they selected) a day to camp there. The government is telling the public that all federal resources are being provided to our state – and yet the victims are being charged to camp on federal land…….and we don’t understand that.

We don’t understand why the park rangers took a sprinkler away from the kids today. It was a few minutes of fun for the kids and a wee bit of relief from the heat…we dont’ understand how that was an enforceable rule today. The explanation? The water is for human consumption – not for recreation.

We understand that is the rule in NORMAL times but – why oh why – can’t the folks in the government just get the finger out of the dike and allow common sense to prevail.

Some refugees (I am told) (it happened before I arrived at camp to sort things out) …anyway….they ran out of money and were told to pay or leave by the ranger. A federal employee. They were safe and well fed while they were here – but we feel as helpless as y’all feel when these types of idiotic bureaucratic situations arise. And they do – all day long.

It would seem after all the hurricanes last year in Fla…….the FEMA teams would have figured out how to mobilize a bit faster….the politicians could do more than photo ops……..We sort of wonder if they spent even one hour in the Super Dome …if that wouldn’t have just been enough get them moving to help us a bit faster. I am reasonably sure 100 people would have been happy to exit in order to give them seat.

And so – it goes.

Amid the frustration the other news you have not heard are the scenes that don’t warrant the media spotlight. Like the woman I met tonight that came home in a towel tonight (I verified the story with her daughter)…..she took the clothes off her back to give them to newly arriving refugees from New Orleans.

Or the bone weary nurse I saw at Wendy’s tonight …..propped up against the wall waiting for a salad. Soooo tired…..and she ended up leaving without it…..cuz more people were arriving at our hospital from New Orleans…..it is not unlike of the all nighter scenes from the M.A.S.H television show. But this nonstop support is real.

One of “my” families left our camp today. Before leaving I watched them…..divide up the few belongings they had – giving them to the remaining refugees. It was difficult to watch.

These people simply could not tolerate the heat and bugs…and decided to head north in hopes along the way – someone will take them in. I think you will when they get there.

Leaving the grocery store a few minutes before midnight tonight – we ran into other relief workers – all of us ramping up for tomorrow. Like us they are untrained and unprepared. Just trying whatever they can think of to help.

It was a good meeting. None of us planned it…but it helped. We found ourselves sharing tips for dealing with the emotional duress of the new arrivals who are about to go thru the roller coaster of churn now that survival is assured. We were all surprised as we stood there- that we all cried a bit – none of us had let ourselves do that up to that point.

There we were – strangers and yet not at all strangers. Black and white…..and not one ounce of a color barrier. We exchanged phone numbers…..tips for where to get medicine – who still had baby formula and diapers…..how to by pass the idiotic rules…..and we a pledge to share any excess between our shelters.

And so it goes.

Pounds of frustration.
Tons of hope.

We know you want to help.

We (the shelters) can buy food…,if they have the resources to do so. All of the stores are open and stocked. We can buy batteries and flashlights and such (but don’t worry – if you sent them down here – they will be used before spending money) – the truckloads of stuff will all be used.

However the priorities of the day are shifting depending on the transient nature of the population. One day you have lots of children to entertain….then some leave and the new arrivals are mostly elderly with a different sent of needs.

As I indicated in my last email – I caution you to donate your money wisely. Many groups are here. Many of the lesser known groups are not getting mentioned but they too are invaluable. LIke the Diabetes association who has actually been driving insulin to the shelters (again not waiting for the paper shuffle to end…..)

There have been folks in the area getting the word out they have medicine for Aids patients. Lots of agencies. If you already have a church or favorite charity…chances are good they are (or will soon) send help our way. It isn’t splashy – but it is effective.

In closing – since such a situation could occur in your area too (natural disasters are everywhere)…..I suggest you get an emergency bag in order including copies of all of your medicines, insurances, identification cards and copies of your very favorite photos.

One thing I hear over and over again is the regrets of not having saved family photos.

Sorry if this is too long. But it helped me wind down to have chat with the outside world tonight.

Thanks for thinking of us……and loving us with such compassion. I truly wish we NEVER have to return the favor.



doors close, windows open….

now playing: lyle lovett, “north dakota”

so it’s been four days now, since we put stand by your man to bed, and i’m feeling that antsy, “i’m-supposed-to-be-somewhere” feeling already….i remember that after tommy closed, i got a phone call from my buddy buzz at 8pm sharp, frantically asking where i was, saying that “fred was freaking out – you’d better get down here”, et cetera…i’m not sure if he expected me to fall for it, but i will cop to having that little nanosecond of “ohmigod” in the pit of my stomach before i put things back into perspective.

i spent a big chunk of the weekend ripping apart the basement so that i can rewire everything to my liking and rearranging the layout so that i’d have a little more space than i’ve had previously…the challenge has been the internal debate over how i want to wire things up as i’m putting everything back together. i have more options than i need, really, and while i’d like to be able to do everything and take advantage of every option that i have, there’s no valid reason to do that. i have to settle on a modus operandi and go with it.

i’m not sure why that’s so hard for me.

i’ve gotten far enough along, though, that i’m getting glimpses of what the rooms’ going to be like when it’s done, and i’m liking it a lot. it’s going to be a lot more functional than it has in the past, and it should be better acoustically as well. it’ll be more comfortable, easier to work in, and not as cluttered…more organized. and this is all good. should make work go much more smoothly.

i’m taking some time off from work next week…for a number of reasons. opportunity is probably chief among them, but the chance to recharge my batteries after what has essentially been a month and a half of having my foot on the floor all the time isn’t breaking my heart. i’m thinking about taking some time to go through the stacks and stacks of research material that i’ve accumulated over time for the book project and taking some of that with me to keep my brain occupied…last night, we bantered about names for a long time, and today i tried to formulate those names into an actual list of sorts, which will probably change several dozen times before this thing actually gets underway and words begin to find themselves committed to paper/disk and organized into something tangible.

it never occured to me that i’d be in the position of having to whittle something like this down, as opposed to scrambling to find content, but when i made my initial list of people i’d like to include in this book today, i had twenty-four of them…and that’s just the ones i could think of from off the top of my head. i know there are players that i didn’t think of, and i’m sure i’ll probably be able to talk myself out of a couple of the folks on my list over time. some of them have great websites, some of them have so-so websites, and some of them have so frighteningly little information about them available that i’m not sure how i’m going to manage to include them in the project or dig up content about them, much less contact information.

i don’t think i’ve really discussed the gist of the book here at all, or what the ultimate plan is…i’ve got a working title and a concept, but i’m starting to flip-flop a bit on the concept now, as well…initially, i was going to exclude a certain group of people, but then i started thinking about a larger vision for it, and it wouldn’t make sense to exclude some of the people i was going to exclude if i made that particular vision my objective.

as you can probably see, the whole concept is still pretty liquid, but i hope to at least get it to jell-o form by the end of the week.

oh, and i’m making a record amongst all this other inter-cranial noise, too.

hat trick

now playing: dolly varden, “disappear”

well – he did it, folks.

he managed to end up with three gigs on the same day – a 2pm matinee at gretna, a 5pm happy hour gig at viva, and an 8pm evening show back at gretna the same day….

and somehow, he pulled it off.

ok, enough of the third person stuff…i think this was as close as i may ever come to being in more than one place at a time. it was harrowing, but i actually did it. i was a little lackadaisical about my travel time back to the theatre for the second show, and i almost paid for that – thanks to the 26mph pace of the lovely gentleman with the yoko ono cataract lenses who got off the mt. gretna exit right in front of me and never relinquished his position there until i turned into the theatre parking lot.

and yet, i managed to be on stage, in costume, and ready to play when “places” were called.

yes, i pulled it off…and yet i can’t say that i’m eager to fill my plate quite that full again anytime soon.

friday i have the last show, which follows yet another viva happy hour.

might as well go out in a blaze of glory, i guess.