Thatís why I have to write this stuff down. Iím all full up in my brain I guess. Now letís move on down the road.....

Placerville, later that day:

During the radio show me and Wesley Robertson talked politics, talked about other writers, I plugged a bunch of my friends, and the upcoming gigs in the area, and played a couple of tunes. Very pleasant. Afterwards I said so long and moved out. I had another great stretch of windy road for an hour or two and pulled into another great little town, same drill, sidewalks full of tourists and local folks, lots of activity. I noticed parked on the main street an old bus of sorts covered with Republicans for Jesus signs, NRA stickers, signs that denounced gay marriage and anything else that could possibly bring happiness to someone other than the guy who drove the bus. Seems like he had speakers and stuff sticking out of it too, maybe for spew purposes. On the other side of the street were picketers with signs telling this guy to move on, fuck off, shut up and so forth. I gave that side of the street a cheerful thumbs up with one hand while I was flipping off the Nazi with the other.

I crawled along the street looking for my hotel, a place called Cary House, and was filled with the realization that finally I was covering new ground, eyes wide open to brand new sights, a new town finally, and I was happy and contented. Then I spotted the hotel, one of the finest examples of those old western inns that I have always loved and have so rarely actually gotten to stay at. Oh boy I thought. I found a place to park the renter around back and strolled up between the buildings past a couple little shops tucked away back there, rounded the corner and went in the front door. There was a guy standing by the registration desk (Bruce Hayden) and he looked up with a smile and said hey, there he is now, welcome back Kevin! Good to see you again! I bet youíre happy to come back to the Cary House. Iíll never forget how much you liked this place the last time! As I looked around the place I had to admit that I could see why....

Cary House, Placerville