And speaking of someone being baaaack…nice to be home again, after another epic rockabilly debauch. I have a helluva lot of catching up to do at work and don’t have time to say too much now, but rest assured, Green Bay was a blast. And here’s a photo or two until I get a moment to post more:
Yep, that’s me with…well, if you don’t already know who that is, you’d be unlikely to care all that much anyway. And if you do, I don’t need to say much more, really. I must say this, though: a more gracious, friendly, easygoing fella I don’t think I’ve ever met anywhere. No, I’m not in any way kidding.
From left: Slim Jim Phantom, me, and the BP’s rhythm player Chipps.
Back after I catch my breath.