Piss, vinegar, and a plane ticket
I’m on tour again, for a week or so. Seattle, where the sailor wearing whites look to me like they need to be beat up, Newark, Philly, or really Ambler, Phoenixville and Paoli and probably an assortment of diners, then Hillsdale. I’m going to the wedding and then I’m sitting on the porch to read for a week.
I got two going away presents, a jean jacket from my parents and a kukui, a Samoan party nut necklace, from my boss.
If feels good to be packed again.