so cmack was in front on buzz’s 95 nostalgia. greg was following on my thruxton and i was stuck on the ducati i’d rented for greg; once he sat on my triumph he wouldn’t get off so i rode a gt to canada and back. i’m a nice guy. we were just east of fossil and cmack was whipping the nostalgia. but on a quick left through a little gorge he hit some gravel and ran off the road, creating a mushroo
is that what you call it? by the time i figure out what it’s all about the young people have moved on. and i’m a young person trapped in a creepy old body. guys, guys… wait up! or is it, ‘squad!’ i try. i really do try. which is probably a mistake, but after 60 years it’s not the first and i really don’t care any more. i roll with my iPhone. except for mondays, unless i’
i could die with mike and shawn patterson. i’ve never had, nor ever will have better friends, family, soul mates or partners than the two of them. at the hardest times in our lives… lisa and me… mike and shawn have shown up; comforting us, praying with us, praying for us. taking care of us. mike and shawn especially have taken care of my mom and dad. dad, like most church of christ preachers i know,
i don’t know about lucky numbers, but if i have one it’s 18. lisa was 18 when i met her. that’s luck enough and it goes on repeatedly, that number, from there but i’m not going to give away all the family secrets right now. just saying that 18 shows up everywhere in my life except on a lotto ticket. go figure. lisa says i’m magic. i’m not. but she is, and there’s been nothing
july 1979 new york city had a garbage strike going on and lisa and i visited keith watson. he lived somewhere around 69th street near the park. it was a basement apartment and had no air conditioning and the garbage was piled up on the street outside his little basement window. this was our very first visit to nyc and we were deciding to move to boston. while walking in manhattan, in the heat, and the garbage, i prom
did i ever tell you about shiloh church of christ? i can’t find a picture of shiloh anywhere. one chapel sized room big enough for about 50 people and some side rooms; it looked a lot like this with the cemetery across a gravel road and the same metal archway entrance. while i have no pictures of the actual building the cemetery is still there. my buddy goyo rode with me to new mexico and on the way i gave him
paul sadler is a good old friend and a tremendous talent. he’s a late but very welcomed addition to our cast. he’s a broadway performer and incredible man, but he is also one of the alumni of upside down ’94. welcome back brother paul! it’s hard to believe that we’re still over 5 months away from opening night and already nearly sold out on all shows. we do have plenty of upper tier seat
i just had a great talk with our set designer, glen anderson, and now i’m even more stoked about how our show is going to look. if you have tickets, you’re in for a spectacular event. if you haven’t got tickets yet, but hope to see upside down 2016, here’s what’s left: upper tier is still available for 4 of the 5 shows. one show is completely sold out, however ; thursday night, friday ni
phil johnson, my little brother, is a big man. i don’t mean size-wise. he probably weighs in under a buck sixty right now. he’s fit and smart and i’m pretty proud of him. he’s 10 years younger than me, almost to the day, and he’s lived a life. did i say i’m pretty proud of him? i got my driver’s license at 16 in illinois. i was a senior in high school and ready to get away fr