Things at this point begin to run all together, and I began this post thinking we had already been to Boston. But no, it was Philly first, then Beantown. We arrived at the World Cafe in early afternoon and got a snack of eggplant fries and truffle-dressed tater tots (no kidding) before wandering down some floors to the venue, a lovely place with tremendous acoustics, a dinner theater set up and a too-good-to-be-true sound man. This venue was right up there with the Triple Door, Great American Music Hall and Hollywood Forever as far as the quality of the facility was concerned. Then they served up a very good supper, in which we were joined by old friend from my artist days, Doug Sheridan, his lovely wife Caroline and their mostly grown children, Martha and Eleanor. Also there for the gig was Jonathan Scheuer, executive producer of Winter’s Bone, sponsor of our new CD and all-around good pal.
After the show, which ran a little long, we were chagrined to learn we’d kept Jonathan so long he missed his train. So we notified wife Debra that we’d kidnapped him, and just took him along. Invited by Doug and family, we followed them to a spot somewhere in the country outside Allentown, where they were vacationing at a friend’s home, a renovated mill from the 1700s. Lovely, and with room for everyone. We could have stayed a week. But it was a good six to seven hours to Boston, so we had to hit the road after an early breakfast. More good folks to add to the collection we’ve been amassing on this tour. Summer is heating up, and every stop is a quick one so we can get back in the van and get the air on. We graze the west side of NYC and head on north in stupefying traffic, trying to make the venue on time.