Langerado 2008: Strawberry Shortcake’s key changes
By the time Sam Bush stepped to the stage on Friday afternoon, the south Florida sun had breached the clouds and enforced every sunscreen rule my mother ever preached. I sat on the ground...
Category: Travel
Langerado 2008: Serendipity in a white tuxedo
I would’ve liked to have been in on the meeting at which someone decided to book R.E.M. for Langerado. I might have suggested to the promoters that festival attendees are more interested in music...
Langerado 2008: The weight of the wait
Six of us walked through the crowd, dodging fire ant mounds, clumps of cow manure, and hippies. We were bleary-eyed, half drunk, and working on next to no sleep. Dark Star Orchestra had just...
Off the grid
Several months ago, my buddy G-Rob was lamenting his lack of availability for an annual trip to Las Vegas. Due to work and family issues, he was forced to stay behind while the rest...
Weekly Planner
Monday: Awake at reasonable hour. Plow through backlog of undone assignments, lay off a couple others, try to avoid germs. Have dinner with Blood. Play cards until reasonable hour. Note: If playing cards doesn’t...
The bon temps
“I don’t want this to sound as morbid as it will,” I said to my wife. We were one of less than a dozen people in a bar as a long-haired country singer named...
Dateline: New Orleans
I couldn’t get comfortable. Something was wrong. We crossed Lake Pochatrain and my wife pointed out how bad the railraod bridge looked. I was dealing with spitting rain, bad traffic, and a bad case...
Deep South Run: The Live Blog
Scroll down for updates. ANDERSON COUNTY, SC–Interstate 85, the major artery that runs from Atlanta, GA, through Upstate, South Carolina, and into to the northern reaches of the Southeast is a wet mess today....
Despite it all…
I’ll admit, my first and final post from the Bahamas was a bit bleak. It was one of those times when I should’ve just hit delete and waited until I got home. However, I...
Bahamian nightdream
It’s nearly 2am in Nassau. I’m sitting in a room full of poker players. Fifty yards away, poker’s version of soccer hooligans are chanting. They’re fueled by a multi-rum drink and the local beer,...
Home
When I got out of bed at 4:45 last Thursday morning, it was freezing outside. I was headed to Vegas, so I didn’t bother wearing a heavy coat. When I returned yesterday morning, I...