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October 16, 2007


Those polas are lovely. I love that you are developing an eye for how composition works through the lens of a polaroid. Too cool. You should take me on a tour of Commute B when I com to visit.

The concert was.....AWESOME. Actually, Cindy, Marietta and I make a pact that we wouldn't go on about how great it was when talking to you so as not to make you feel bad for not being there. But I now feel very strongly about the fact that you NEED TO SEE HIM in Kentucky, or wherever else, on this tour. The band rocks.

And there are all kinds of cute dudes at Josh Ritter concerts. Entirely worth the price of admission.

Oh - and sorry for sending you all of those texts during the show. But I thought you'd like a play by play. You were very much there in spirit and we missed you! There is good gossip from the evening, which I will debrief you on in a less public forum. And the Josh stories were the best I've ever heard them. Even if you go alone to his show in Kentucky you will have happy smiley people all around you just feeding off of the wonderfulness of Josh Ritter.

I have not forgotten about your CD... You it takes me like 6 months, right?

My Ma went to the Josh Ritter concert in Chicago with my brother. (He may have been one of the cute guys your friends were talking about!) She heard and piece on him on NPR on Sunday and was quite taken...did some googling and got tickets for the Tuesday show. Which is really out of character for her...a testament to his irresistibility.

I love those gravel roads with the green grass medians. Your bit of Ohio looks a lot like the bit of Illinois where I grew up.

Hey Gemma, your brother could totally have been one of the cute guys - I saw a picture of him on your blog. :)

I love gravel roads like that, too. This one belonged to a cute old farm.

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