November 24, 2006
J.D. came down this morning to help strengthen the north wall of the chicken condo. I came out yesterday and there was Peaches chewing through the plywood like it was angel food cake, with her snout sticking through the inside like Jack Nicholson in the Shining ("Here's Peaches!").

Just packed my snare drum, high hat and two pairs of sticks. Heading to Vegas for a big wedding. On the songlist: "Louie, Louie," and "Lucille." May go spotty for the next 48 hours in terms of posts. Not taking my computer, 'cause I got paradiddles on my mind.

Road trip!!!!!!!

"Woke up this morning, Lucille was on my mind, grabbed a bottle of Joint Juice and all the aspirin I could find."
—Little Richard, if he was a Lutheran living in a condo in Sun City