Friday, December 14, 2007

This is the mystery of the quotient
Upon us all a little rain must fall

Bells and Alicia lost Shaman, their trusty and loving dog, on Tuesday. It was unexpected; she suddenly fell ill. Bells was home and was with her.

She frequently accompanied Bells on his backcountry treks, which he did as part of his job with the Forest Service. She roamed far and wide for many years, through some of the most beautiful forests, rivers and mountains in Montana, Oregon, Arizona, Utah, Colorado, California, Wisconsin and Wyoming.

She could run like the wind, and never got lost. She was very smart and she loved Aden and Alicia.

As Puck got older, she was gentle, and seemed aware that he couldn't get around as well as she could.

I'd like to think they are together now, running, sniffing, rolling and stinking to their hearts' content.

You are missed and loved, Shaman.

May your heart always be joyful,

May your song always be sung,

May you stay forever young.


A little less conversation, a little more action

We played another gig last night, this time at the swanky Gallatin River Lodge. It is a really nice place, with some excellent food. If you are a wealthy fly-fisherman, I highly recommend it.

It a Christmas party for an advertising agency. The owner saw us play at the MSU party last weekend at the museum and asked us to play. It went well musically (read: I didn't fuck up), but the party itself was pretty stiff. It was one of those Christmas parties where everyone seems kind of forced together, and the employees are very conscious that The Boss is there.

The Boss is actually a really cool guy. He is English, and has lived everywhere and has a lot of good stories.

The shame of it all is that Stanette and I were really dressed up and we didn't get a picture taken. She was wearing this little, red, Chinese silk dress, and I was wearing my best suit. We referenced getting our "prom picture" taken, but it just slipped my mind.


Will Danger arrives in Bozeman at 5 p.m. Leo (Tom) lands at 10:00 p.m. tonight. I have set the perimeter and been laying down a suppressing fire.

My orders are clear: Do NOT engage the enemy. Repeat: Do NOT engage the enemy. Pop smoke and wait for extraction.

Hand me the ringer, chop chop.

You didn't think I was rolling out of here naked, did you?