I never forget that the books, the typing, the attention to words in my little room all alone is what keeps this ramshackle thing of mine afloat. But barring Oprah or a blockbuster, my little family also survives through what your big-shot financial adviser types refer to as diversification. In our case diversification includes t-shirt sales, speaking events, one-man shows, home canning, chickens, and my wife’s work as a translator and language instructor.
And, making music with the Long Beds. Among the singular privileges of my life (is singular privileges an oxymoron?), I rank sharing the stage with musicians (defined as someone who knows more than just three chords and flubs his own lyrics) as a Top Ten for sure. So when photographer Dick Ainsworth was kind enough to share an album of photographs from a show we did in Spring Green last year, I figured it would be a chance to say thanks to the Beds. And I think you will agree, Mr. Ainsworth is good with that camera.
So. Apropos of nothing more than gratitude to my band, here is the work of Dick Ainsworth:
Publisher’s Description: in over his head with two pigs, a dozen chickens, and a baby due any minute, the author of Truck: A Love Story gives us a humorous, heartfelt memoir of a new life in the country.