Listen to The Whole Wide World here .
Ah me, the unseen pains of the middle-class white-boy on tour: all those books at Powell’s and out-of-print zines at Exiled Records I didn’t buy will haunt me for a long time. Sniff sniff. But seriously – meeting so many welcoming talented kind-hearted people and leaving so quickly is the strangest thing about being On the Road. “Like an arrow I was only passing through.” Onwards to Olympia!
p.s. Disclosure: I DID buy a used hardcover copy of Ciardi’s Divine Comedy translation (with Gustave Dore’s illustrations) at Powell’s. Yep – just what my suitcase needed. . .
p.p.s. I am on a train. Amtrak wi-fi = tu meke!