Monday, February 16th, 2009



A music loving guy named Dan has run a family printing business for decades. He decided to buy this 1888 theatre in rural Connecticut and renovate it into a music venue.

(Sent from my Palm phone.)


We’re crossing an iced-over river somewhere in the hills of Connecticut. I like having all this breathing room, away from New York. My thinking is fresher and truer in places where humans haven’t pasted over every square inch of the landscape. My mind’s being further melted by the Willa Cather novel about Nebraska immigrant pioneers, ‘My Antonia.’

(Sent from my Palm phone.)