While down in the pole barn digging corn cobs out of the bed of my frozen truck at the crack of yesterday’s below-zero dawn, it struck me that a warmer truck post might be in order.
Hoping they’ve weathered the cyclone.
I met Ryan once, when he helped me lug some sound gear into the library in Eagle River, Wisconsin. I didn’t know him, I just picked him out of the audience because he looked like he could lug things.