I really thought that once we got back from the tour there’d be a long space of just sitting around doing nothing, and I could tell the entire story of the tour before anything else happened. I was mistaken. We’ve been on TV, held a home-town CD party, headlined the Eureka Springs, Ark., Bluegrass Festival and answered about a bazillion e-mails (I’ve been told a thousand times not the exaggerate, too!) So I fell behind, and as anyone my age would tell you, I simply forgot about it. I recall Sarah passing by several times asking “Have you looked at the blog lately” and “Don’t forget to send me a blog post.” But I just couldn’t get my head out of the present.

Well, today she said it again, and there was just the veiled edge of a threat involved. Something like, “You’re getting over 200 hits a day and you’ve passed 70,000, and I don’t know why anyone is bothering with you and what are you gonna do about it?” Or something like that. I was searching the internet for shoulder travel wallets at the time. Anyway, she has apparently jogged me out of my lethargy for the moment, so I’m back at it.

Message Over. We now return you to those thrilling days of yesteryear, or at least last month, when the tour was still in full swing. We should be about to page 26. Don’t touch that dial.

-m

Taking a cool morning break at the home of Van's brother, Bob, in St. Louis. L to R; Bo, Marideth, Van, Linda, Dennis,Tedi.