Driving back to Seattle from Yakima, we are forced to stop and murder a leprechaun

Little bastard wouldn't give up his gold, though. 

Beluga Point, Alaska

This where you watch whales when it's whale-watching time.  Except,  guess what it's not: whale-watching time.  Still gorgeous though! 

The view from the 11th floor of the Westmark, Anchorage, Alaska

And NOW we made it to Alaska

A part of SeaTac I've never seen

I like ode to nuclear power. Now on to Anchorage.  My poor ass!

Cherry Blossom week!

Probably awful pictures,  but I was driving at the time. 

Landing on the Moon

I have heard this audio a million times, but this is a really nice multi-paned presentation of how the moon landing actually occurred.   I love that you can track Neil Armstrong's heart rate over the course of the landing. I also love this pic of him after coming in from his first stroll on the moon, cause, seriously, how do you think you'd feel if you were THE FIRST MAN ON THE F'N MOON!

Ok, what is the date again?

You can kinda tell in this picture that it is sleeting sideways. The bud-festooned trees must be so confused. 

Erica and Kate, grunge style

C is getting pretty good with the photo manipulation. 

Beauties and the Beast...!

Carol made this groovy shot. Fun times. I'm really pulling for Erica to come to Georgetown,  she is tons of fun to chat with. I would know SO much about cockroaches if she were here.  And yes: fat.

What do they call me?

Last show of seven in Bristol, PA...

...I may have mentioned how we enjoy entertaining Corey Harris on stage before.  he is a charming, easygoing, handsome fellow, and the audience never fails to enjoy his befuddlement and inability to maintain character in the face of ridiculous stimuli.  To whit:  all week long I have been preparing him to expect a giant mustache at this last show.  My mustache in one of the bits  --initially a modest, if macho, Burt-Reynolds-as-the-Bandit kind of a thing-- had been subtly growing all week long, progressing to what seemed the obvious peak: a huge, bushy, Sam Elliott kind of a thing.

What he did not expect was a mustache 5 times that size: a gigantic construct that required fishing line and gaffer's tape to secure to my poor, inadequate face.  This photo --courtesy of Bari-- captures the exact moment of Corey glimpsing the ludicrous giant mustache and collapsing into a useless unresponsive heap within his costume.  I can't deny it: that felt pretty good.

Found this picture in a closet here at the artist's residence in Bristol, PA

I love how it was actually taken in my bathroom, as you can see from my lame recreation. Makes it even fake scarier! 

Bristol, PA

Doing shows here through Sunday.  We are living in the oldest building in Bristol: 200+ years.  And it shows. They have managed to update the apartments so it feels like we're living in Manhattan in the 40s.  I feel naked without a fedora.  One picture is the view out front;  one is the view out back. Hello, Delaware River. 

Ya know, I want to be a funny guy; I want to make people laugh...

But then reality always comes up and bites me in the face and says, "Screw you! You will never be as funny as me! "

San Diego at night

Admittedly a limited view.  Actually a very nice hotel: the US Grant. Luxurious.  If only this wasn't a 24-hour turnaround on a coast-to-coast gig. But work is better than not work!  Also, killer sushi here. 

My Fender Jaguar

46 days after I turned 15 years old,  I made the biggest purchase of my life: $220 for a then pretty top-of-the-line electric guitar in Louisville,  KY. I got a lot of pleasure out of that Jag. Jamie Z. collects and fixes up (and resells for big bux) guitars,  among other things.  He'd like to see it. I gotta say, for something I haven't used in years,  I'm kinda torn. I am a sentimental sap, 'tis true.

If you like I-95, you'll love the West Palm Beach Airport Ramada...

...if you like hygiene,  courtesy,  competence,  or customer service,  then not so much,  maybe.

Yhe lovely town of Stuart, Florida

Two shows, a little hoarse. Pop, I'll call you tomorrow about the biz with the thing with the deal with the whatchamacallit. Love you guys.

Another Florida theater...

...another horde of shuffleboard courts. In Boynton Beach this time. 

We are on a tour of retirement communities in Florida

Have been a little under the weather so haven't taken many pictures.  As to the types of places we're playing,  this shot of gobs of shuffleboard courts immediately abutting the theater should give you some notion. 

On the plus side, I'm out of the freezing cold of DC and in Florida for the week...

...on the minus side,  we got here at 10:30 and never got into our hotel rooms until we had to leave for soundcheck at 5:00. So I actually did a show looking like this. Now for three blades worth of shaving. 

A snowy day, so....

...I decided today would be a good day to work on my one-man show, starring me as Stubbly McBumbleshins: an irate, aging, British wit who's a little bit down on his luck and who happens to be color-blind.  It's not going well. 

Haircut

I know it's a blurry picture. But I've decided that blurry pictures suit me more than they used to.

Kate and the hardware