#1 Crush

I like it when i am riding the bus and we pass another bus going the opposite direction. The drivers always wave to each other as if to say 'I know. We're driving a ticking timebomb filled with people, and no one knows we have so much power. Also, today sucks. Stick with it'

It makes me smile every time.

I was overserved last night and didn't make it home until 5:30am

I can only blame myself. i believe moderation is the name of the game for a good long while.

As per usual, I am worried about show attendance. Numbers are dropping off, and I know it has just been two weeks and I am super critical of everything ever in the world, but I canna' help it.
I will be trying a new bit next week(not tomorrow)
If it works, it will become a weekly thing.
if it fails, then i can still say i tried, and that is the spirit of the show.
I worry(what else is new?) that it is too similar to the King Lear incident of 2008.
However, this will only be about 5 minutes out of everyone's day, and I am always the first in line to acknowledge a miserable idea. Stay tuned for an update.

So i am sitting here at the coffeehouse writing this. On the stereo is the Romeo & Juliet soundtrack. Yeah. the Baz Luhrman (spelling?) one.
I think it so great when music can transport you to a certain time and place. This music in particular takes me to the driver's seat of my 1986 Toyota Tercell wagon. I loved that car. It was my first ride. It looked like a shuttlecraft from star trek. With ample room for doing naughty teenage things when you put the back seat down.
I'm driving in my car and it's winter in indiana. Which you can't really tell apart form any other part of year because there is never much snow, but this year there was. The Winter of 1997. I was working at Old Navy. I just got the cd after watching the moview ith a friend of mine, but sadly, i cannot tell you who I saw it with. Aaron maybe? I know I saw Austin Powers with him. same thing if you think about it...
it was probably LeighLeigh. She was always into Shakespeare like I was.
I was still 18 that winter. Whole world ahead and nowhere to go but up.
I still hate Old Navy, but their clothes are comfy. I will give them that.
I wonder if I was still with Kate? Not sure. I do know our relationship ended the night we saw Jerry McGuire. Where this is going, i have no idea. there are times where I am lost thinking about random moments. right now is one of them.
Going to The Abbey for tea that always went cold before you could finish the pot.
Sitting at the gazebo, smoking and talking about this and that with her or him or they.
I liked being 18, I think. Just turning 19 when the Summer would be in full swing.
There was a night where Leigh and Aaron and I were just being together. It could have been one of the last times. the last of the perfect parts of my youth in Carmel. I remember the pain of missing Aaron when he went off to school. And Leigh, while she was always around, we ended up not talking for a while because of some moronic argument that didn't matter. And of course, we would have more as the years went on. Hell, one lasted 7 years.
The sparkly things that distract me are many, dear reader. I was talking about something...
Oh yeah.
I had this Toyota Tercel wagon once.
Shiny Shiny Shiny.

I think that if I had nights to get back and re-live, it would be the ones I haven't spent yet with my friends.

Tomorrow is the show. the weekly show. No time for love, Dr. jones.

Stay Awesome until the pie cools.

Andy

ps: The MNCS is now on that twitter thing because Aaron made me. I swore I would never do it, but he insists on making this show some sort of success or something.
Follow us @ MNCShow

and please look at our swanky website that he has been working hard on. Still not done because i am a failure at deadlines and things needing completion. Soon, though. Soon.

Andybear's natural habitat: A Studebaker.

I had something to say. But…
Good Gods. I mean seriously, for the love of Odin and all thos cats who sit on thrones in Asgaard.
I just deleted a big chunk of very emo material. It had things to do with Black Friday and how I don't have anyone to shop for.
And while I do have a need for a new coffeemaker since sometime over the Summer, my darling eldest sister decided it would be a good idea to steal a few consumer grade appliances, I will not be going to walmart to buy one for $3. Nor will I be buying electronic hamster toys. WTF, people. WTF?
But back to the melancholy tone of what will never be read... I gotta get over myself. This will not stand.
I have been trying to be more social lately. Not in a 'cruising for ass' way, but more of a networking way. Or more true to point: a 'Get out and stop being awkward around people, you stupid ass, you used to be rather outgoing' kind-of-way.
I go to Comedy shows, I laugh at the things my talented friends say into microphones, and I end up just sitting there being quiet. It is very frustrating. I feel like I did lose that certain something that is obvious when i look in a mirror.
Sitting there being quiet/ At a bar? At comedy shows, no less?
I am ashamed, and my inner self is screaming to come out and take out a baseball bat to my head and take over my body again.
But talk is cheap, and actions require planning and strategems and hemming and hawing and this and that and my head is about to fucking elplode all over my tiny computer that looks like it has candy in it.

Argh.

Argh, I say to you.

I will try to be more outgoing in the next few days. I will then update you on my progress. in the most shameful and self depricating way that only I know how to do...

What else? Oh yes. stuff. loads of it.

When last we met, i was about to go co-announce a NorthStar RollerGirl bout with my buddy Aaron Connor, aka- Grizzly Madden.
The bout was a sanctioned thing in the skateland or ville on Burnsville (not Burnland. Though it would be funny to me)
The Nothstar ladies were taking on the Hammer City Rollergirls from Somewhere in Canada.
The Canadians had just done a bout against the MN Rollergirls the night before, which i went and saw with John, my hetero lifemate.
I fet sorry for them having to do 2 bouts in less than a day. The bout in Burnsville was at 10am.
we got there very early and I was introduced to some people, but once again, my social awfulness shined through and i was much more quiet. I think Aaron picked up on it too, since around him i am Captain VeryFunnyMan. He kept asking me if I was ok.
The bout was fun, per usual. you have to love seeing athletic women knock each other around.
There wasn't much of an audience, though. In fact, the only ones watching were other skaters and/or significant others. Grizz and i were not needed at all, but I have a sneaking suspicion that since it was a sanctioned bout and counted towards ranking, they wanted announcers there to make the Hammer City girls feel like it was just like any other bout...Without a huge cheering crowd.
And then, of course, my mic didn't work. I had to share with Aaron. And that made out witty banter off. We did click a few times, but since I don't really know how to call derby, he just asked what I thought about stuff and I generally answered 'I think rollergirls are very attractive' or 'Wow. They all have skates on.' or my favorite: 'I wonder if # so and so is married or in a long term relationship. Once again, my number is 612- 961....'
Still, it was great fun to hang out with Aaron. We used to work at Bobby bead together. And the last time we really saw each other is when i flashed my junk onstage at the BNW during a show.
Ahhh. memories...

One moment please as I get picked up for an adventure with my dear friend Haugie. We are traveling to darkest Shakopee to test our mettle against the machine that is the casino.
And through the power of time travel, I am back.
To you it has been but a whisper of a moment. To me, it has been a few hours of hitting rock bottom. At least I had company.
I should learn, I know. The house always wins. But there are those little moments of victory where your .05 cent bet turns into .20 cents and your eyes start to spin and you get kind of turned on by the prospect of being able to buy your next girlfriend a house on your first date.
But the house always wins.
The house won about $30 from me tonight.
The house can suck a dick. Good thing they don’t rely on me coming once every six months to drop coin.

So I am back from the casino to lick my wounds and add some hilarious comedic fodder to my ever growing stand up set. Sadly, the set is revised and rewritten so much that it will be three years before I get up on stage. But there is always MNCS. She will always stand by me and encourage me to try harder.
If only I ever would listen…
So the website is looking pretty good. I have been assigned many a task to send out to Aaron G in New York to make it better and funnier.
Instead of doing that, I go to the casino and learn valuable lessons in personal finance.
Perhaps tomorrow I will get the ass in gear that needs to be in gear to make everyone on the interweb happy.
I have been updating our twitter account as often as I remember. You can follow the adventures of the show at
MNCShow

Aaron set it up for us, even though I promised I would never use twitter. I am very good at lying, people. Lying and breaking promises. Very important promises like using or not using Twitter.
To forgive is divine. Remember. And it’s not like we are dating. Not anymore. We just totally broke up.

On Monday we will be celebrating our 103rd show. Or Season 3 Episode 3. After the show, which will start promptly at 8pm whether people are there or not, I leave for Indianapolis. I will arrive in Chicago at 6:30 in the after meridian. Stay in the city that breaks my soul for a few hours and go to Indy at 11.
When I arrive in Indy, I will start helping my father pack up his worldly possessions into a moving truck and we will drive to his new home in Eastern Michigan. Overlooking beautiful (albeit polluted) Lake Huron.
My only request to him was that I didn’t miss one of my shows.
So to all you people of the Indianapolis persuasion: I’m coming back.
And to all of you who think it’s too soon: I agree with you.
But my Dad needs help, and I am always looking to gain his favor.

I have some play ideas that I am toying with like a ball of yarn. One is about junk mail, and the other is still that Morning radio show thing I have been talking about for months. Fringe signup is coming fast. I have to have a solid idea before I apply.

Ok. I’m done. I will be on facebook as soon as this is posted to see who has poked me, and who I am deleting from my friends list because they did not poke me.

Incidentally, I am writing this in my ‘new’ office. The place where each one of my computers lives. It is very posh, and my rolly chair rolls to each station like a dream. I am spinning right now. Can you tell? I love my rolly chair. It’s the little things. At least I am not typing this on a pile of clean clothes that need to be folded anymore. As said outloud today to no one in particular: ‘Progress. Today is all about progress’

Stay Awesome and find your inner me.

Andy

Breaking news

This just in:

My friend Aaron Connor AKA:Grizzly Madden is one of the announcers for the NorthStar Roller Girls. He called me up today to ask if I wanted to help him announce a bout this Sunday morning.

Um. yeah.

Sadly, it is a private bout for some reason, so it isn't open to the public. I wish i could invite everyone i know. That's the only bummer part, though.
Well, and I have to be awake and mostly human at 7AM on a Sunday.

But color me excited!

In other news, I went to Rick Bronson's house of Comedy last night to watch the show that Brody makes happen. There was one guy there that could have been super funny if he hadn't talked shit about how few people were in the audience. The room sits over 200, and there were at least 50+ people there. Not including performers and staff. It was a really fun room, and I saw some of my friends perform. Bill young & Bryan Miller had great sets. Gabe Noah isn't so much a friend as he is an acquaintance. But he is one very funny guy. I'm going to go again next week.
I suggest you do the same.

it has been brought to attention that I am hitting the Comedy Circuit pretty hard since I have been back.
I just want to support the once who always say yes to performing at MNCS. Without them, it would be a pretty dull show.
But secretly, I like how inspiring these people are to me. they make me interested in writing funny stuff. Maybe one day I will perform too. Maybe...
The announcement for my first ever stand up set will be done here, so for all four of you who read this, I expect you in the audience.

Now I am headed over to The Zissou's house. (Knutson) We will sit in front of laptops and not speak to each other until the time comes when we go to Grumpy's for the Death Comedy Jam show.
10pm. And it's free. So if you like stand up, or want to hang out with me because I am elusive and hard to find: there you go.

still waiting to hear back from my Dad about a roadtrip to Indy after Turkey Day.
If that happens, I will hope to see some familiar faces in a karaoke bar.
More on that as it develops

Stay Awesome.

Andy

Less mean. But still stern.

I just wrote a very scathing review on my Monday Night Comedy show.

I deleted it.

I want it out there that I liked the Stand up, the spoken word and the Sketch.


The audience was great. As usual. It was pointed out to me by a good friend and a comic that I respect a great deal: "If you bomb at the MNCS, you just suck. The audience isn't there to be assholes. They are there to laugh. They are the most supportive group in the city."

Paraphrased a little, but right on the money.

I LOVE our audience. And I promise to never expose them to shit if I can help it.

I hope that other shows start thinking about the people that come to see them more. It's why people call our show 'The Little show that could'
I am so fucking proud of that.
I am proud of our staff, our audience, and the performers that get it. That is why we keep going. And why we will be there. because one day, the 'at large' will notice why we are as good as we are.

So. Damn. Proud.

My people are the best people.


Ok. stay awesome. I am glad I didnt post that angrier one.
Available on request, though... ;)

Stay Awesome.
Andy

Monday Nights are made for lovers

It is now Monday.
Monday the 16th of November.
That means it is the start of our 3rd season at The MNCS.
Doors will open at 7:30pm and the show starts at 8:00pm

Tickets are now $4
But tonight we will ask if you have one of our nice new flyers. The ones that give you a dollar off admission.

When you say 'No, i don't have one' We will say this:
'Well you must have left it at home or something. Here, take this one and use it the next time you come.'
Then the people will get in for $3 tonight. Because we are crazy marketing monkeys.

Speaking of, the website is now live!

www.mondaynightcomedyshow.com

Aaron Gwirtz is responsible for making it go. And once I send him more info, he will add more content.
But I am VERY excited for this step up. And my thanks to Both Aaron for the website and Jen Zalar for the flyers knows no limits.

The facebook event page says there will be 61 people attending, but take away from that the ones who just say they are coming to 'support' and add the ones who don't use facebook or the ones who never look at their event invites AND THEN add all the maybe's who might be Attending... Big Fuckoff show. With lots of people.
My only concern is having enough seats.

Oh, and being funny. My confidence if off lately.
I've been joking that I lost my mojo in the war. I am partly serious.

I forgot to mention that we are on the City Pages A-list for tomorrow, too. That might garner more interest.
I think I might be nervous... That hasn't happened in a while. Awesome.

Anyway. Loads of stuff yet to do. I did an improv set with Jason kruger last night at Anodyne as part of a fundraiser. We ended up just doing Hamlet in different styles. My favourite one was doing it in the style of a Childrens Show. Nothing funnier than talking about treachery and murder while being cheerful and teaching how to spell
M-E-L-A-N-C-H-O-L-Y

At any rate, I have been hungover most of the day.
But due to my power nap when I got home, I will not be sleeping for several more hours.

Hey. I miss you.
Stay Awesome,
Andy

Now for something a bit more positive. albeit veiled in whistfulness.

It's been a week.

I gave myself a present of one week to just mess around and not do too much. Sort of re-acclimate myself to the steady constant drumming of Minne, meaning Water & Polis, meaning city.

Water city. Water world. Where dry land is a myth. (for Linds)
I'm not going to lie: It was quite a change. Minneapolis is my home. It's where my Mom and Sisters live. Where I have two wonderful nieces and a wonderful nephew. It's where the heart is, and where my hat is hung. So why is it that I still have this nagging bit in the back of my mind that I don't have a home? I am not sad to be back. not by any stretch. The 'welcome homes' that I have received have been many and heartfelt. I have even more people that I still haven't seen yet, and i look forward to the hugs they will offer. I missed so many people. But I have a list of folks that I just wish were here too.
I want to watch my AnniePants grow up. I want to learn to play Warcraft under the strict guidance of James. I need that quiet glass of wine and talking about everything on the porch under the orange glow of lights with Lisa. I want to hear about how Lindsay's Mom totally LOVES me from Lindsay. I wish that Fingers was here to tell me about some gutbusting burger he had on the way to work. I want to talk Doctor Who theories with Andrew. I miss my Glee Wednesday nights over at Jenny's house. I want to watch Adam start to walk. And Amanda. There is so much more I want to share with her.
There are plenty more people who affect me there, but those are my dorch gang. My people. It wasn't the best Summer of my german hemmingway, but it wasn't the worst. There were ups and downs and things I am wont to forget. But there are those other moments that defined the word 'amazing', and made the word 'Perfect' is too dull to use to describe.
I swam in the ocean this Summer. I sat on the front porch of the house I knew when I was fresh from the hospital. I saw two friends work hard to egt into nursing school. I was involved in a fantastic musical about Edgar Allen Poe's greatest hits. I tried cutting my own hair to the dismay of everyone. I danced like it was the first time. And I cried like it was the end of the world when it was all over. I saw some shit this summer. But I also lived a little bit.

I'm not a perfect man. I am far from it. I do know my limitations, and I accept my shortcomings. It is this that makes me still have hope for the future. And i have it in spades. I know that nothings gonna break my stride, and if I died tomorrow, I would be so pissed off that I would have to wait to see the people I love for so long.
But wherever i was going with that will have to be continued another time. I have tomorrow to deal with. And then the next day. And so on and so on.

I am here in Minneapolis. As luck would have it, I brought with me from Indiana balmy weather. it has been so nice here this past week. And while I steal some neighbors interweb signal in my comfy chair at the back of my garage, I am not freezing my ass off while I type this.

I wasn't in minneapolis long before I was whisked away to Winona, MN to celebrate Mandy's 21st Birthday. My sister Amy drove us down, and it was nice because the last road trip we had together was in 1987 when she drove me back home to Minneapolis from a Month long stay in Indy as was some mysterious custody decree that I am still a bit fuzzy on.
Amy is a wonderful sister, and we never fall short of things to talk about. We tried to keep the visit a surprise for Mandy, who asked that we come the following day to visit.
The look on her face was priceless, and let me tell you: nothing makes you feel old like drinking with 21 year olds in a college town in a college bar.

What else have I done?
Yard work for my Mom. She insists on raking leaves before all the leaves have fallen.
I love her anyway.
I went to see some local Comedy shows. I am trying to do that more. Not as a networking thing, but as a 'you come to mine, I'll come to yours' thing. The show is very improtant to me, and i know that comes through with how I host, but I think it's important to show the talent that says yes to performing that I really do appreciate them. without them, it would just be me up there saying stupid unrehearsed things as audience members quickly file out and set the building on fire.
So I went to The Corner Bar to see the Comedy Underground open Mic.
Then I went to ACME for their open mic.
And tonight I went to Grumpy's for the Death Comedy Jam.
I might be going to Rochester tomorrow to see a show there. It all depends if the Zissou ends up going. I hope he does. I hear that Amber Preston might be there... ;)
hahaahhahahahahha.
Meanwhile...
On Sunday I spent the whole day dressed up as a vampire and hanging out with my best friend John. Probably the best way to spend a Sunday. I have pictures to post on facebook. I looked ridiculous.
And very bloody. And very, VERY sticky.

My friend Aaron Gwirtz offered to host the MNCS website on his site. he is also doing a million dollars worth of work with it. The site should be up and running by Monday at the very latest. I am so grateful to everyone who helps me with the show. Their infectious enthusiasm toward something that I hold so dear is again one of those 'If I die Tomorrow, it will all be worth it' kind of things. What with Jen and the flyer/logo design or Katy and all the photos she takes, or linds; Roni; Zissou and WonderDave. I sometimes feel like a magnet for rockstars. there ought to be a law... (anyone? true Stories? Lisa feels me...)
So yeah. website for the show of shows, and speaking of, we have a neat little season 3 opener this Monday night at 8pm That's the 16th of November, and it seems like only yesterday that I was getting th go ahead from Joel to start booking acts.
Today in the City Pages (Nuvo equivelant for Indy folks) we are listed in the A-List.
Th write up by my friend and great comic Bryan Miller is fantastic. You can see a link to it on my facebook page.
I know I gloat and rant and rave and pull my hair out over this show. I know you might be sick of hearing me talk about it. But I really think it's something special. And one of the only nights of the week where you get to see a tiny glimpse of who I was at a much younger age. The guy who hosts the show is very similar to that guy who somehow made friends with Jenny and Lisa all those years ago. That means nothing to you, but the world to me. And once again, it's my party and I'll bla bla bla if I want to.
So if you get the chance to see show number 101, I hope you come early to get a good seat.

If you are reading this, know that I miss you, so you should probably write me or call me. I'll try to do the same.

Stay Awesome till the sun explodes.

Andy

And part two goes something like this

Nothing could ever prepare me.
Not one thing in my life.
I have hurt before, and I will hurt again, but this is a new one for me and I was just floored.
Amanda dropped me off this morning.
we got to Union Station, or whatever they call the big train place in downtown Indy these days.
I was worried that I wouldn't get to see her before I left. She slept through three of her alarms.
Ironically, the train that passes by Irvington each morning was the thing that woke her up.
That is Ironic, right? It isn't Alanis Morrissette Ironic I hope.
Anyway, she came through.
It was a bittersweet ride there. Not much for way of talking on either of our parts. What was there to say?
She started crying first.
I'm proud that I held my stuff together and actually had a brave face on. For a few moments, at least.
What I wanted to happen was for her to drive away. I didn't want her to see me walking away. Leaving.
People have issues with leaving.
Being left.
I'm not just leaving her, I'm leaving everyone here. I hate that.
I might not be around, but I am always available in some medium. I have to work on proving that.
I still don't know what I'm doing when it comes to anything ever, but today I think i made the hardest step.
I was tearing up at the ticket counter when i exchanged my tickets for the 10,000th time.
I was tearing up when i texted her a final 'I love you' text. My last, I promise.
I was calming down for a bit and just staring off into space, kneading my bottom lip, which is what I do when I am about to explode. Not many people know that about me.
then the train moved.
At 6:01am, Indianapolis time.

I thought I might die.
Everything came to me at once. I know people think like I enjoy drama and being sad or broody. So not true.
I don't like it. If you like it, you are fucked up.
I don't think I am fucked up, just slightly broken.

I found myself thinking over and over again that I can NEVER be in this position again.
I can't feel like I did the moment the huge train lurched towards Chicago.

Maybe I am fucked up.

So I am in Chicago. I have called Lisa and Amanda called me just a few moments ago. it is about to be lunch time here, so the food court is crowded and some guy is sitting next to me who is wearing a pink shirt and has fiery fake red hair. I like to think his last name is Weasley and he is thinking about an upcoming Quidditch match. But in reality he is eating some LeeAnn Chin knock off. And it looks good.

The Mascot, Tyler will be visiting me for a few before my train leaves. I'm going to try and get some pics to show the MNCS that he is alive and well in the Windy City.

This coffee is terrible. Avoid Corner Bakery Cafe. They eat babies like Congo. (That was for Leigh)

Stay Awesome. I will write more when Minneapolis happens. Or maybe when i freak out and realize there is nothing in Chicago that I want to do because I am stuck in Union Station... Maybe I will reenact some Untouchable scenes. THATS The Chicago way...

Andy

Thoughts on this and that Part One.

I am sitting alone in the house that has served as my home for the last five months.
Lisa and Pants are upstairs. Pants is sleeping, and I am sure Lisa is trying to.
I was packing things up and trying to be really quiet, but i dropped a cassette tape on the floor and it shattered. Well, the case shattered. The NKOTB tape is just fine, thank the gods.
I feel bad. It was really loud.

So like I said, two out of a handful of my favourite people on the planet are no more than 20 feet away from me, and I already feel like it might as well be a million.
Today I had to say goodbye to Fingers, Jenny, Adam and Judy.
The last few days have been a series of 'lasts' Only noticed because I am overly aware of melodramatic things due to my unstable nature of hypersensitivity. (And yes, i did try and say that three times fast.)
You notice things when changes are about.
I noticed the taste of the air just before I left Indy ten years ago. It was foggy then. And cold.
Tonight it is just cold. But the taste is the same. I've never been good with describing taste. It is a very personal thing, I think. That, or I am a terrible writer who cannot understand adjectives.
I've noticed more tonight about the house I have lived in for five months than in all the nights combined. I'm missing it to death, and I am still in the dining room.

I wonder if I am not allowed a permanent home because I am already plotting a way to get back here in January.
I'm going to miss Thanksgiving here. And I'll miss Christmas. New years will come and go without me setting foot in Indy.
I am sure I will have a fine time just the same, but you know me and my penchant for the wistful.
last year I was a different person. Well, maybe just a person with different circumstances.
I wonder if I will miss it more because I am sad about leaving, or if I am sad about all the things I know i will miss?
I want to watch pants open up presents.
I want to see Adam do the same.
I like it when they hold hands because they are exploring the idea of someone just as small being just as curious.
I will miss hearing the 'I'm Thankful for's' that come out of the big jar that lisa will be holding on the stairs.
I will not be able to make a stupid amount of my marshmallow fluff for my gang.
And for some reason, that's the thing that got me. Just now. my eyes welled up.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

Maybe it's best to not think about the things I am going to miss, but the things that I am taking away with me. This was to be The Summer of my German Hemmingway. Still a clever title, I feel, but sadly a failed one. In certain senses.
Don't read into that as me thinking all this shit is bullshit shit. Not even a bit.
I'm coming out stronger.
Maybe a bit more independent. (but for me, that word is another way of saying lonely. I like team efforts.)

I think it's time I talk about those things being taken away. weren't you ready for that like three pages ago?
Right. Sorry.

This Summer was a writing Summer. Yeah. Not so much.
It was a time where I met new people and made great friends. And I built better relationships with ones I had already. I found out what I wanted this Summer. I really did.
Now, telling you what I want out of Life, The Universe and Everything would spoil the surprise.
Not that it is a really big shocker. People who know me, know.
Anyway, that line of fate was sort of derailed. Ok. It was derailed like a freight train. But I still have hope that another opportunity will come any year now.
Hope is something I HAVE to keep. Silly word, Hope is, But it keeps me from thinking all is lost. And it prevents me from wearing black lipstick and guyliner.
I'm taking home the smiles of a sweet little girl who i watched grow up this Summer. That makes me want to get back to the cities and see how much Annika and Parker have sprouted up.
My Brother's kids are another story altogether. I wish they didn't live so far away.
I think i like traveling to see people, this is new.
It isn't that I like road trips. I did have a couple this Summer, and they were great, but I am still not a fan of the auto.


More later. I have to catch a train bound for nowhere.
By nowhere, I mean Chicago.

To be continued.