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.
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
This week’s Voice Mail is free and includes a caption that explains the situation in the photo above. Click here to listen. P.S. for our blind or low vision followers,…View post