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In a Dale Watson T-shirt and a barber chair designed to run on unleaded, steak, and a pack’a Marbs.

Never won a Pulitzer, but my book was in a parade. And memories like this are why I’ll never catch up on thank-yous.

It’s early evening Sunday. Sun and shadows flattening across the grass that turned green while I was gone. It’s quiet here. Some birdsong, that’s it. After I parked the van…View post

Loading the van for Oshkosh. Lakefly Writers Conference tomorrow morning, Long Beds concert tomorrow night. Grabbed the guitar case, got gut-punched by these stickers, placed there by tiny hands a…View post

Twenty years of notes and emails and near-misses, finally got to see Jeffrey Foucault live last night. Was everything I hoped. Man’s music has fueled and informed so many of…View post