Our GPS system has been working wonderfully providing verbal cues in a digital feminine voice. We call her Candi the navigator. Her finest command has been "A keep right, followed by a keep right." Beards are coming in nicely, the van is running smoothly. Troy has emerged as an impressive driver avoiding a potentially dangerous encounter with a heroic deer. In only three long days his driving skills has us all thankful.

On the way to Syracuse Chris and I enjoyed wine poured carefully into plastic glasses while we all enjoyed Portuguese music. The show was moved from the coffee pavilion to the Dewittshire tavern. What a strange night. Tom, the owner of "the shire" bought us a round of whiskey, and a pitcher of local pale ale. Both were delicious. Chris drank both the whiskey and the beer--his finest moment thus far. During "out of body" Tom sat at the front of the stage playing his saxophone in a what seemed to be an odd key adding an element of jazz that made us all smile. We were paid handsomly and treated kindly. Leslea has been taking some great photos and videos to compliment our tour journal as well as others that we hope never get out of our hands, such as the one of me recreating a loverboy album cover. Sean and Tom, thank you.

-clayton