Me and Amy got a flat tire at the beach. Surfer mechanics are awesome.
Thanks guys.

It's rainy in Santa Cruz. Time to stay inside and play piano.

Bury my heart beneath a joshua tree.

We did drive across the whole country this week.

Sorry, I was a little drunk for that last post.

Arizona, you
Never cease to amaze!
The dust storm
Shaken and stirred with
Desert typhoon coats the van with red
Paste catastrophic. And yet
This desert home lets you past her
Brambles. Bless these folks. I wish I was sane enough to call this
Home.

West Texas. Grandpa is purported to have left his home here at 12, swept pool halls, joined the navy, the legend broad and dusty as his native landscape. Later in southern California we would love the way he would "warsh" and "reckon," and take us looking for Bighorn Sheep in the Mohave desert. I wish I'd known him a little better. Amen.