Sunday
Dear Diary,
The first full day of my big American adventure started a lot earlier than I could have imagined after only five hours sleep. Literally everything around me, company, sights, sounds, smells, and music was all so totally different to my 'normal' life that my excitement overcame the need for sleep.
We attended an afternoon extended family and friends barbecue at the river house (to which we were ferried over the Susquehanna river) where I had to subject myself to all sorts of probing questions and pagan initiation rituals. They even mentioned 'concrete boots' and 'river' at one point. Luckily, I think I passed inspection and was accepted into the fold, though the number of hillbilly accents around me was a bit worrying.
Spent the evening at home doing nothing much other than simply having fun with everything, when we got coinkydinked. We were just watching a Joe tape that Michael had sent Cathy quite late on when the phone went - obviously, it was Michael, who had been sitting at home watching a Joe tape of a Maryland show, which made him decide to call at that moment. I had a nice talk with him too, our first direct contact
Monday
Dear Diary,
Spent a quiet Memorial Day at home, enjoying the warmth of the sun with Cathy and Jimmy, her roomie, who later treated us to some very fine live guitar playing. I really can't put into words the enormity of my state of gobsmackedness (I lay claim to this new word, having just invented it) at everything around me - the weather, the geography of the area, the particular surroundings of Cathy's house, the general good vibe all around me and down the phone line.
I still pinch myself sometimes.
RIP Iron Man
Rock On and keep the Faith