Coming Home
Over the weekend I receive a call that Jefferson Dean Pitcher is sitting at Kristina's parents' house in San Diego, having sat in the park on the U.S. side of the border and looked over at the Tijuana bull ring. Dave on his way back to Canada at this point. Kristina and Jefferson headed back home, perhaps they already are.
The mind boggles. It's a big map, and the numbers are raw guesses at best, but the idea is there. Meditative and strange. The ass numbs. The mind grows cold. Butterflies.
Posted by christian at July 21, 2003 06:44 AM
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huzzah, Mr. Pitcher. I am very much looking forward to the following:
1. hearing the unabridged tale of trekking.
2. playing again. It's been a long time my friend.
3. progressing on the new recording.
4. assisting in the promised burning down this evening of the make out room by Mr. Kiefer.
5. H u e v o s R a n c h e r o s @ B u c k s.
welcome back, and congrats.
Posted by: ron at July 21, 2003 11:28 AM
Hats off to Mr. Pitcher. An excellent accomplishment. A whole and hearty cheers from the peanut gallery.
Posted by: oy at July 21, 2003 11:36 AM
