June 8th, 2005

Into Every Life, A Little Rain Must Fall

The same, however, should not be true of your car.

I went to Hot Dog Island for lunch today, driving through a very few large raindrops and threatening clouds. I pulled into the parking lot to see an absolutely beautiful 1957 black Ford Thunderbird convertible sitting in the lot with one flat whitewall tire and the top conspicuously down. I announced the imminence of rain and the presence of the convertible when I entered the store and was informed that the owner had called for a tow and left the keys with Jerry, Hot Dog Island's owner. Unfortunately, Jerry didn't know how to put the top up on this car.

By the time I left an hour later, we'd only had a few sprinkles. I'm hoping that it either hasn't rained significantly there or that the tow truck has taken the Thunderbird somewhere with a lot more cover.

Burn, Baby, Burn

Sam came by tonight and we cut the last two scratch tracks for Falling Toward Orion. I may recut a couple later, but this is good enough to hand out. So it's time to duplicate CDs...