Here I am in my hotel room. Brought my beater Squire Strat. Strumming a slow song and not missing the cold. Getting to see old friends and make a new one or two. Staying out of trouble, but not so much so that I didn’t belt out some Motorhead at the karaoke bar.
Keeping calm and saying hi to my girl when I can and saying hi to the kids again and again. It’d be nice to have a travel companion someone besides a collegue to share a room with. I know she’d be here if only her red ruby slippers hadn’t run out of juice. There’s always next time: Baltimore, New Orleans, Dublin and Pittsburgh. DC, San Fran., Vegas and Ft. Lauderdale. Some call this work…
The New Normal 