
...So I had to drive to Chapel Hill at 45 miles per hour. I hit some ice at one point and almost slid into the guard rail. But I ended up getting there safely.


Skylight Exchange is looking more like a junk store than I remember.
While driving I had fantasies of doing more long-term touring, but playing to empty rooms two nights in a row put an end to that kind of thinking.


After playing in Chapel Hill, I drove to Richmond and got a late night snack with Anne at 3rd Street Diner. We've known each other for 20 years.
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