20, 2008 (South Carolina)
lunch time at Shoney's. They usually have an okay brunch. Today,
though,I have no idea what most of the stuff is on the buffet.
Deep fried weird things. I ask the waitress what this one item
is that looks like a wide piece of shoe leather that's been
dipped in a batter and fried. With her thick southern drawl
she says, "Honey, you're not from around here. You don't
wanna know what THAT is!"
all right then.
I'm from the state that invented "Spam", so I respect
not talking about where certain food items come from. Some things
are just better left unexplained.
enjoyed the grits, the collard greens and the peach pie. Southerners
are definitely good at making peach pie.
been a busy Fall. The tour started in September in Duluth, then
to Nebraska, Iowa, Missouri, Arkansas, Tennessee, Virginia and
now to the Carolinas. Tonight I play at a house concert in Asheville,
NC. House concerts are fun and I do more and more of these
every year. Simply, the host invites all their friends, neighbors,
relatives and co-workers. There's no sound system involved,
so it's very intimate. Want to host one for me? Send me an email from the CONTACT US page.
I've had a few days off in Myrtle Beach (where the photo was
taken) and now I'm ready to play again.
be home for Thanksgiving.
you're not a dog lover or one who appreciates the connection
made between a human and an animal, this might be the blog to
walked up and introduced himself to me in Nashville back in
November of 1995. He literally asked to come home with me. There
was no doubt about the request he was making. He had been in
an abusive situation and wanted a good home with a human who
would appreciate him. Those of you who know dog breeds and temperaments,
know that Chows are generally stubborn and insistent. Though
all chow, Brewster had enough in him that he made his point
very clear about coming home with me. This 33 pound pile of
fur with a purple tongue had charmed me.
called Tammy and told her I had a "souvenir" for her.
She was thinking
earrings or jewelry, but she welcomed Brewster with open arms
lots of patience. After the 16 hour ride from Nashville, Brewster
from the van, pranced like a deer through the snow (he hadn't
before), then ran into the house, found the living room and
lifted his leg on the big blue stuffed chair.
Tammy and I possibly overreacted by screaming in unison, "Noooo!",
Brewster forgave us and rewarded us by quickly learning the
"No peeing on the furniture". It's a good rule for
any house, with or
without a dog.
the years, we played and hiked every day. He had a lot of energy.
He also had a strange affection for anything plastic. His favorite
was a giant plastic Easter egg we found at Target that measured
14 inches long by 8 inches tall. Bright yellow. We'd kick it
dodge it, then go after it, riding it by jumping on with his
and pushing himself and the egg with his rear legs. Brewster
good about making our house guests feel welcome by challenging
them to a
game of "egg".
the moments I liked the best were when we'd sit side by side
front step or on the bench overlooking the pond, admiring the
as we'd call it, while contemplating life and the days events.
I truly believe
he appreciated those moments as much as I did. He often wouldn't
get up to leave. If I started to move, he'd position himself
across my lap
so I couldn't get up. He was very persuasive.
we first got Brewster, he had every worm in the book, including
heart worm. At the time, the treatment was for the vet to give
just enough arsenic to kill the worms but not the dog. Brewster
trusted us to do the right thing for him. Over time he also
a hip surgery and a few other smaller procedures done. He was
every penny we ever spent.
of his "jobs" was to make us laugh every day, whether
it was hiding
his dog dish to let us know he didn't care for the new food,
a tennis shoe up on the counter to tell us it was time for a
somehow he could magically appear the second one of us opened
cheese drawer in the refrigerator. And he wasn't a cheese snob
Plain old cheddar would do.
the noises he'd make to get us up in the morning! Grunts, groans,
shaking his collar, dropping a rubber ball on the hard floor.
He knew barking
wasn't what we wanted to hear in the morning, so he'd come up
with a new
noise we couldn't ignore. Tammy and I would lay in bed laughing,
how long it took him to think up "that one".
Brewster passed away Sunday morning, June 1st, at 1:30am with
Tammy and I holding him. Though his kidney's gave out at age
14, his spirit is
ageless and lives on through the timely and important lesson
he taught us:
Eat, Play and Love - that's what's important.
many self help books have been written about us humans learning
to give "unconditional love". Nobody needs a book
to learn about
that. Get yourself a dog and pay attention. Brewster was truly
my teacher and friend and I'm so blessed that he picked me all
many years ago. And I know Tammy never regretted not getting
from Nashville on that trip back in 1995. She often called Brewster
souvenir ever. Amen.
miss you B-Man.
21, 2008 Memphis,
here in "Elvis Town" with Dan Neale.
has been my guitar player for about
12 years now. He first joined me as I
rediscovered my roots in acoustic music
about the time I released the "Perfect
Morning" CD back in 1997. He's not only a
solid musician but also a friend I can count
here for the annual "International Folk
Alliance" conference and having a great time.This is the
third time I've been to this
conference but it's the first one I'm truly enjoying. It helps
that I didn't get robbed when I arrived this time.
told me last night after the showcase that when Danny and I play
together, we sound like Leo Kottke. While fellow Minnesotan and
guitar hero Mr. Kottke might feel insulted, we'll take that 2
for 1 compliment!
30, 2008 Clearwater, MN
I've been off the road for two months, recovering from a pinched
nerve in my
neck. The worst part of it is that my right index finger is numb
and I haven't
been able to play the guitar.
on the computer is painful, so I tried voice activated software.
That didn't work out so well as dictating a simple sentence, "Hi!
This is Dennis. How are you?" came out, "Hey Doofus,
do you have the flu?"
still has a way to go on that one.
a slow recovery. Things get busy by mid February, so I'm
hoping to be
playing again soon.