It’s My Party And I’ll Cry If I Want To

Today is my birthday. What does that even mean? Time to assess the past year? Time to make plans and set goals for next year? Who knows?

My mom sent me an email today:

“Just a little note to say Happy Birthday. You were born at 12:53
a.m. on the 27th in Ball Memorial Hospital. The nurses brought you
in to my room after they washed and combed your hair. It was frosted
blonde. They parted your hair down the middle and just had to wake
me up to show me!”

Last night, we played a show for a lot of really nice people at EHBC in Fayetteville, NY. It’s so good to make new friends and see the world get a little smaller. We’ll be hanging out here for a few days and then we’ll end up in Buffalo this weekend.