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Day 800 Home There’s a little joke between me and the customs official who’s often working at my local airport. He says, “How long are you home for this time, TR?” And I say, “Not long enough.” I didn’t say it was a funny joke. You want laugh a minute, find Howie Mandel. But it’s true. Traveling... View Post -
Day 711 Oymyakon, Russia I’m sure I am awake, but I can’t see anything. I blink rapidly, willing my eyes to focus on something, anything, but all I can see is white. I exhale sharply, and the coldest air I have ever felt fills my lungs. I am lying, quite literally, in the middle of nowhere, and ... View Post -
Day 684 Backstage, Concert Venue Despite the ongoing cheers, I know two encores are the maximum for the girls, so I hand my guitar off to the roadie, gratefully accept a rag to wipe my brow, and take out my earplugs. Two hours of listening to an audience scream is fatiguing, especially when you k... View Post
