4.3.12
3.2.12
On the way to Nashville once again! Except this time the tornadoes are bearing down on the city and we’re driving right into it. I’m fairly certain at this point that this will be our last road trip anywhere.
Happily our fearless driver heeded the calls and emails from our concerned mothers and we hid out in a mall in Murfreesboro for a while, and then all was well. We live to drive again.
So far, starting at 8 AM, I’ve heard:
-Yelling.
-Laughing.
-The sounds of heavy objects being...

DOES THIS PICTURE OF ME AS A KID ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?
I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of...
”
Atlanta, GA
I was here, and it was awesome. I will never cease to be jealous of Annie’s kickass guitar playing.