Flotsam, Books & Derelict. . .

— From the Fool — My sister is reading books. She’d like to change jobs. Still staying in the service industry, as she calls it, but not so much processing hard-up guys in truckstops, where there’s not much future, as maybe serving lattes at Starbucks. How...

Coming Home. . .

  — From EF — Crossing the line from Samhain, it feels like the beginning of a new year, and it also feels like this is part of one of our seven-year nodes, where it becomes apparent that something has either undergone a profound shift or is about to do so. King...

Travels & Births. . .

.— From the Fool — I was telling my sister how I got into a traffic jam on the freeway. “I didn’t know they let Fools drive,” she said. I guess she hadn’t been out there lately. It was only a little after 3 pm, but it seems like people take off...

Constellations. . .

—From EF — We’re more than halfway in our Lear tour, heading for Bloomsburg PA and then Portsmouth NH. We just did a performance and a student lecture at Franklin & Marshall College in Lancaster, our old home turf from 1977 to 1992.   Our dear friends Mary and...

Catastrophe. . .

— From the Fool — My friend Charlene, who used to be a nurse assistant but now she’s a dog-walker because she says it’s all about carting poop but with more regular hours and she can dye her hair green again, is collecting clippings from the news and all...

Butterflies & Friends. . .

— From EF — We’re guests at a lovely house in Philadelphia, a place where we performed Gifts as a house concert last year, and now they’re giving us shelter and friendship on our two days off. Karen is a friend of Monarch butterflies, grows milkweed for them, and has...

Journeys. . .

— From the Fool — I had a dream that was different than anything I ever dreamed. Usually I dream about walking through buildings and forgetting why, and sometimes there are ducks. But this dream was different. I dreamed that I woke up. Then I was awake. But I...

Rushing out the Door. . .

— From EF — We’re about to launch, and things are jazzy around here. We leave at dawn on Thursday, and 40 days and 7500 miles are no small challenge. Let’s just slide right around the idea of doing Lear twenty times in eleven locations, with each new location...

Interviews, Turtles & Wasps. . .

— From CB — Two interviews yesterday. One by phone with a Denver weekly for our upcoming performances there; the other for our local daily in a series on odd people living hereabouts. Over the years, despite remaining low under the radar, we’ve done hundreds of...

Brevities. . .

— From EF — Well, wow. I’m home. It was a great trip, I didn’t lose anything, I didn’t get my pockets picked, and I can still walk. (Sorta.) I landed Friday evening, we wasted no time before hauling ass to the ocean Saturday, and this being Sunday we made the ritual...