This blog post from the second segment of my two-week, four-city tour. New Orleans – Colorado – Columbus – Akron – home. America, f*** yeah!
The fifth annual Rising Tide conference was a great success as was the A Howling In The Wires book launch.
There are posts coming on the experiences of moderating the rockstar Treme panel and being in New Orleans for the quasi-solemn, mostly-circus fifth anniversary of The Storm. I could swear Davis Rogan handed me a can of sardines in Louisiana hot sauce and the Surgeon General of the United States flew coach from New Orleans to Atlanta.
Such tales and more coming. Until then, entertain yourselves with this collection of memories from the past weekend. Thank goodness for digital photography.
Ok WHAT. I must be completely out of touch with youth pop culture of the times because I haven’t the slightest clue what a Pop ‘n’ Drop is. I must be getting old, too, because neither do I want to know what it is, nor are my nieces allowed anywhere near it. (Give me a break, it’s hard enough to tear them away from the insidious spell of Twilight and Real Housewhores).
Taller, more bedraggled version of Zach Galifianakis (if that’s possible) is picked up at the Canton-Akron airport by a Browns-jersey-wearing lady driving this limo and whisked off to the Hall of Fame game. Then again, hiring a limo driver who is also a bail agent is probably a good general rule of thumb.
They go well together. Especially during desi weddings and heat advisories.
Ray and his family toured Alcatraz Island recently and made sure to bring this to my attention. Indians welcome? Right on! You know us Indians – always happy to be invited to any party. To my dismay, this sign was painted for the The American Indian Occupation of Alcatraz from 1969 to 1971. Fine.
