Hey Mom, Look Where I Am Today

The official Horseshoe High-Roller Limo is eager to whisk us off to the airport as none of us gamble.

The room looks like it was decorated by a blind Liberace guided by seeing-eye whores, but the view is nice.

Newest, and almost shortest Step, Felicia Curry, learns why we hate DFW.

Neether TW nor I are pleased with the filled-with-actual-frat-and-sorority-types-drunkenly-leering-at-each-other nature of this flight. It...

The owls seem truculent and somewhat discomfitted. Screw them,I say.

So long, farewell, auf weidersein, adieu...

The final book of Shelby Foote's multi-volume definitive opus on the history of the Civil War begins right here: with Ulysses S. Grant w...

Sadly, things always have to get worse before they get better.

TW also wonders why there are hangers all over the piano.

Very pleasant. Mom, you'll have to help me figure out what kind of plants I can put on those little wooden shelves when it warms up. Fac...

Fewer boxes...some books up. Incrementally inching towards comfort... Had some help today. Always like a little help. :)

Mamaw's cabinet, Papaw's chair, and me needing a haircut, all at the same time!

But where are my pants?

... + tiny Mexicans = hopefully very little disaster!

I am not sanguine about the current situation. We shall see.

Well, we seem to be boarding, so keep your fingers crossed...

Hmm. Snowing. Not hard, but getting stuck here would muck things up on a GRAND scale.

Apparently a violin was murdered behind the theatre last night. We're all a little nervous...

Adjusting the lighting array.

You so rarely see a camel tromping through the snow...

Reaching for the rafters onstage at the glorious old Paramouht.