Well, howdy and greetings from the front lounge of a tour bus rolling up I-35 at 5:26 am. I can’t sleep. This happens sometimes when you get out on the road for the first time in a few months and have to remember how to catch your Zzzs at 72 miles per hour.
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Ketch here, writing from my home in rainswept Nashville where, after a surprising snowstorm and a week of rain, folks are beginning to ponder if the promise of spring is around the corner or not.
Howdy, Friends!
Hope all is well out where you are! As I write, the choir of cicadas outside is so deafening I can barely hear my thoughts. Oh wait, I remember them now: school’s out!
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