Kindness of Strangers

So I was at the park, rehearsing with Grassroots, when I get a call from someone saying they had found my lost notebook--turns out I had left it somewhere else in the park at rehearsal the day before. (I hadn't even realized yet that it was missing)
So I'm glad I wrote my phone number in the front of my moleskine and glad that someone was kind enough to track me down. That note book is the only hard copy evidence of the last three years of my life.


Crickets = the official arrival of summer. The most heavenly insectoid hallelujah chorus You'll ever hear.

The Library

Sometimes I'm not sure what to do with my life, but then I come here and everything changes...

If there is any place in the world with some magic left in it, it is here.