altad jeepsta 2009

How nice to be back home in Indy after a fine trip to Knoxville and Atlanta. It was good to see my family, particularly because that doesn't happen very often. Time passes- one day my niece Lauren is two and crying in the kitchen in the old house in Terre Haute, the next moment she's eighteen, a fellow fan of the Flaming Lips and we're listening to her sing on a great demo tape. On this trip we feasted and drank relentlessly, and my trousers tightened with the evidence of excess. Hello salad! Hello cold air! It was so warm in Atlanta that I left my wool coat in the closet at my sister's house. I kick myself.