Saturday, March 10, 2007
Dave carries a pocket flashlight, and feels bad for anyone who doesn't.
I grew up here / under pavement / then burst up / through the sidewalk / and I never did tell you / that I make my days hoping you'll take me home. Those are some lyrics from the middle of "Going Back to Minneapolis" (where they liked me).
Thank you Christine, Christy, Dave, Nick, Sam, English Sam, Tim, Valerie & Vinnie. For clapping, laughing and hollering.