Yesterday, I spent the evening at one of my favorite places in the entire world: A beautiful old lakeside shipping town in northern Minnesota by the name of Duluth. Perched on the edge of the biggest of the Great Lakes, exploring in and around the port city is like spending a day at the ocean in the heart of the Midwest. A lovely place. A fish can breathe out here. Minus the inevitable blustery winter that blows in from the lake every December, I would absolutely love to live in Duluth someday. It has such character, such history, such class. And nearby, there’s a little airport boasting an ironic name: You’ll be pleased to know that I made a mean taco salad the other night. I’ve never considered myself a master of the culinary arts and my 3rd degree burned pancakes can certainly attest to my incompetence. However I have been known to assemble a luscious taco salad from time to time. And lest we forget the classic recording staple, it’s worth mentioning that an incredible amount of coffee has been guzzled over the past week as well. There again, I’ve never been a hardcore coffee drinker but there’s nothing better than the way a house smells after a fresh pot of coffee has been brewed. It makes me wanna buy school supplies. Writing is progressing nicely and recording is just around the corner, which brings to mind a truly classic Tom Hanks quote: “The entrance to our store is around the corner and there’s no other way of saying that.” Caviar is a GARNISH! Ideas are hatching. Inspiration has been struck. Sneaky plans are being formulated. I also recently got my grubby hands on an Orange AD30. Me likey. In the meantime, I’ve become pals with a white-tailed deer who recently moved into the neighborhood. I heard him rooting around in the bushes the other evening and ran outside to meet him. His name is Dennis. He is my friend. We frolic day after sunny day in royal abandon, sharing that sweet and every magical bond between boy and deer. I’m really looking forward to the Fourth of July this year. I’m gonna eat so many hotdogs, it’s not even funny. Actually, yeah it is. It’s hilarious.
