So here we were, a small crew in a big yellow schoolbus full of radio gear, heading to Honduras… and every conceivable thing that could have happened to hold us up did… it was like a perfectly scripted absurdist comedy, and I’ll write a bit more about it later. Suffice to say, when I was expecting to be gone for a week and a half or two at the max, I ended up using the whole three weeks that I had before I had to come back for a gig in Philly. I managed to accompany them all the way to the destination, but wasn’t able to stick around for the end of the building of the station…

While in Philly, I got some more MRIs, this time of my left knee, and confirmed that all of my throwing myself around is indeed breaking my body. And so it goes. And so I ran off to Rhode Island to play wedding photographer for some friends, and threw myself around some more :)