What do call your husband's beret? A hubcap.
This joke was submitted by Liz Olson from Minneapolis, MN. Thanks!
The buses are in the parking lot, the mixing boards and monitors are loaded into the luggage bays, and in a few hours sixteen of us will climb aboard for the America The Beautiful tour — thirty cities — Bayfield, Wisconsin, to Palmer, Alaska. The band and Fred Newman and Sarah Jarosz and I in one bus, the tech crew and staff in the other, eight in each bus to divvy up twelve bunks, four stacks of three each. The TV room and kitchenette is up front, behind the driver, the bunkhouse amidships, and the Quiet Zone and Cloakroom in the stern. Read more
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I’m still coming down from the great emotional waves of the graduations and the wedding, and if you hear that I ran after the car as my daughter and her new husband drove away for their honeymoon, it’s not true. I stood in the driveway and waved, as is my custom when someone I love is off on his or her way. I waved til I could not longer see their little black car, then I went inside and cleaned up after the gift opening party and took a nap and later on Mr. S and I sat on the porch and cried awhile – happy tears, Thank-God-It’s-Over tears, tears not of sadness, but right next door. Read more
This current mighty expedition began five weeks ago with a Caribbean ocean cruise. It started when we moved the stage gear from its lounging place in the trailer lot to a sound production company in South St. Paul, where five sturdy young men and a medium dog repacked it into smaller road cases, more neatly fitting to the petite passageways of a giant liner. Read more