No pictures this month, because once again Lucio is beset by technical difficulties. Dead laptop, camera MIA for the first few weeks....*sigh*.

So, Boston. Yeah Boston! This fair is an insane collection of good, good people. We are making friends and having a blast. The show trucks along, the jokes work (sometimes), and the beer flows like wine. Cape Cod is amazing, this is my first trip north of New York, and I love it here.

So, the show. Gotta be honest: seems to take people a while, if uninitiated, to warm up to the Tortuga Style. We've gotten a good, liberating 'PG-13' rating for our end of the day Wolf show, and things are starting to just, well...mesh. There's a great quote from one of the guys in Sly and the Family Stone about performing, and how a show is like a freight train, and you pull, and pull, but the the audience wakes up and you feel that push back and it's an amazing feeling. I think we're all three feeling that up here. We've had some rain days, some gender bending, and even Santa Claus on our stage. We had a Marian easily nearing 7 feet tall, and lil' ol' me...well, lil' ol'' me was A-OK with that.

Other big news of course is our upcoming trip to Texas...Riki and I have had more than one school girl-giggle fest over the phone. Can't. Wait.

The Drive up was nice, and further encouraged me on a matter of growth I sometimes get confused over. Two friends of mine from college are living in southern Virgina and I had a chance to lunch with them while passing through. One is the head Photographer for the Paper in her town, the other teaches high school Math. I sometimes feel like i need to grow up and join the adults, but, Hell! I'm on a Pirate Ship! My life is more exciting than anyone else's that I know, And I'm having a blast.

One thing I always miss while on the road (besides my family, and cats) is of course the fine cuisine of the south. I'm talkin' BBQ, kiddies. What I wouldn't give for a bottle of Eastern Carolina Sauce and a straw. On a related food note: the best pizza in this fine nation is to be found at Mark Anthony's in Onset Mass. No lie. Bacon and spicy chicken seven times in four weeks. Believe it.

Oh and hey! I bought a bike! It's great.

"There isn't that much ocean between Boston and Saint John's"

— Great Big Sea

Boston: I love you.
Home: I miss you.
Texas: are you ready for us?
Sarasota: let's rock!