Back from Arcata

It was a great trip and a great show. I love working with these folks. Kyrie O'Connor and Adam Felber -- both committed bloggers -- have inspired me to try to post more often. I won't do it, of course. Like most of my inspiration it will curdle and manifest itself as guilt. But I don't mean that as a bad thing. Guilt is what gets the job done most days. Kyrie has graciously featured on her blog, MeMo, a picture of Peter Sagal and I on the streets of Arcata posing with fresh goat cheese. This is illegal in 17 states, but Arcata is an exception to many rules. I first went through there as a long-haired itinerant in 1976 while hitchhiking to Oregon and Alaska. There are still longhairs loitering around the same entrance ramps to 101 that I stood on 30 years ago. The only difference is they've stopped combing their hair and the ponytails have all become dreadlocks. My hair looked like that for a short time in the summer of '76 when I got a thistle tangled up in my hair while hiking in Denali Park. For two days all I could see in my shadow was what looked like a pet squirrel on my head, or a badly centered beehive hairdo. Ah, memories.