Every week the Wisconsin State Journal runs “Roughneck Grace,” a weekly column written by Mike (many of the columns will be adapted from Mike’s Tent Show Radio monologues). Today’s column (about taking my daughter to a Blind Boys of Alabama concert) was printed on sturdy newsprint this Sunday and can now be seen online here.
Even at my non-famous level (9 out of 10 times no one recognizes me at the Farm & Fleet) (and then half the time it’s a relative, neighbor, or Moose Country 106.7 listener), my calendar is such that I meet many, many thoughtful people in passing and simply cannot do justice to their kindnesses or adequately recognize their hard work or support their latest project the way they might hope. I keep a box of books and notes and CDs and miscellaneous objects given to me on the road, and when I can I jot a note or make a mention. Thus, Posts from the Box.
Sometimes you just have to let go… My coonskin cap, given to me by Grandma when I was a tot in the 1960s or early ’70s, still has my name written inside the faux fur crown in red permanent marker (I recognize Mom’s careful all-caps) but the tail has snapped and is stiff as a piece of kindling, so a photo and off it goes. Also: May I never be accused of posting only flattering photos.