Greetings from lovely Bellefont, KS. My little vacation from the dull drudgery of workaday tidal waves should include some songwriting, soul-searching, and plotting, not to mention some good old fashioned farmer-engineering.
Had an interesting show Saturday night. While I think it went well, there were few people there. This was due to, I believe, advertising and competition from one of the Octoberfests and a show by Blaine Younger in Lincoln. No matter…we booked another in November.
I went to Dodge City last night for some food. I don’t remember being so scared for my life. Everyone was driving around with modified cars and writing on the windows that I didn’t understand, blasting hate and base and sending dirty thoughts my way. I went to Burger King and the only person I could understand was the guy that took my order. I saw someone ask for napkins and the person working there gave her a blank stare until she re-asked the question in Spanish. That’s a pretty sad state of affairs when the employees of an establishment don’t understand simple English. I’d heard of it happening, but I guess I didn’t expect it in Kansas.
