Day 8, Dispatch 1 - It's strange to me that I'm closer here to our suitemates above our northern national border than I am to our friends below the border to our south when I'm home. We're moving steadily across Wisconsin making a beeline for Chicago. Last night at Lee's Liquor Lounge was a good time catching up with fans who caught us the last time around as well as a nice evening visiting with new fans who had yet to hear us spread the gospel of Two Tons. The stage there is kind of small but the room sounds great and Joe, the house sound engineer (and all around nice guy), always does such a fantastic job! I had an enjoyable time talking with the drummer from the opening band and then we were headed out.
It seems I'm always running. I'm always running from one place to the next, in a rush to make it here or there on time or just a few minutes behind schedule. Because we had in excess of 7 hours to drive from Minneapolis to Chicago and we always stay up all night anyway, we decided to drive part of the way after our show last night. As luck would have it, after two relatively easy days of travel, I was employed by my wife to assist in the 5th grade Student Council campaign my son Casey is currently in the middle of. Elementary school politics can be cut-throat, so it was necessary to pull out all the stops to help him even while I'm away. After plowing through a good portion of the night, we arrived at our stop and once we checked in (around 2:30 or 3:00am), I set to work on Dennis's laptop doing my best to help create campaign propaganda that will hopefully help "Rock the Vote" on Friday morning in my son's favor.
For those who don't know, I'm also an I.T. guy. I'm kind of a tech nerd and thus, I had one of my older boys copy a photo editing program into an image that could be uploaded to a server online that I could then log on with Dennis laptop and download from the server and install so as to create said propaganda. (Talk about pulling some high tech magic outta my... hat...) I kicked off the download before crawling into bed for a few hours and awoke this morning bleary-eyed and groggy, but ready to tackle the task at hand.
Back to the rushing... We rushed outta the lounge, rushed down the road, rushed into bed, rushed to get up, rushed to get Casey's project done and rushed to get a shower in and now we're rushing to Chicago. I was born almost a month after my mother's original due date and I've never caught up - I've been late ever since. Anyhow, while the world slept last night, I was Karl Rove creating the next great political campaign strategy. Meanwhile, my wife is at home with a nest full of hatchlings. She's bravely facing each new day with the resolve of a general hell-bent on conquering the day's adversaries at hand while I'm out here on walkabout until my arrival back home on Sunday night. She works harder than I do but doesn't get paid to do her job. So here's to you, Crystal Dodds, you're a fantastic mommy, your hard work is not in vain and I'll make it up to you when I get back home!
That's it for now, kids. I'm looking forward to Fitzgerald's tonight in Chicago and catching up with an old friend I haven't seen in years, a friend who followed the first part of my career in my teens. Only 5 more hours in our time machine...
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