We pulled into downtown not long after that. Okay, in case you are thinking the words “downtown” and “New Jersey suburbs” don’t go together, let me assure you, they do. Most people have the image of the Jersey ‘burbs being all these half and one-acre plots with ticky-tacky houses all over them. That’s true, but […]
I was so on edge that moment before we stepped on the stage. And then we went out into the lights and… I know it’s a cliche to say it’s a different world. But it is. It’s like going into an aquarium, I think. From the outside everyone can see you, but as far as […]
Ziggy was, in fact, in the men’s room. He was leaning over the sink, the giant-size Band-Aid he’d been wearing over the burn on his arm lying on the counter. He was picking at a scab that looked like a thin slice of beef jerky glued to his arm, dark red and stiff. “The itching […]
The Garden State Arts Center. Of all the places we played, this was the one I’d been to the most. When I was growing up, we lived so close, and there were always people with tickets, and when I was in high school there really wasn’t anything else to do besides go to the Shore […]
(Saturday bonus post! This is the one I owe you guys from last week! -ctan). Philadelphia put all its stadiums together. On the south edge of the city, the football, baseball, and hockey stadiums were all plopped down in the middle of a huge expanse of parking lot. The hockey arena was called the Spectrum […]
I didn’t doze off until we were in the bus, stuck in traffic on the Garden State Parkway, north of the interchange to the Turnpike. What woke me was Courtney’s laugh, when she pointed out “our exit” to Ziggy.