I woke up when someone shook me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes to find Ziggy kneeling backwards in the seat in front of me, frowning like maybe he’d been there for a while. He brushed the hair away from my eyes and I let him. “You okay?” he said.
At noon me, Chris, and Bart loaded up our gear and drove the couple of short blocks from the loft to the hall. The Orpheum might have once stood among other buildings of its vintage but now it was hemmed in by the department stores and blocky new office buildings of Downtown Crossing. We had […]
In the morning I got through to Bart and asked him if he wanted to see a show at the Orpheum. “Why, who’s playing?” “Duh, I am.” He showed up at the hotel the morning of the show. He’d cut his hair again, so short in places that it almost looked straight. My own head […]