Monday, after dropping Sami and Andrew off at Phoenix's Sky Harbor Airport and visiting Joe and Eva in Tempe, I found my way against all odds to the club where he had planned to check out a local band. I bought him a beer for his editorial patience and listened to him describe the new order at the paper.
I fear that my time of getting published in Phoenix New Times is coming to an end. I need to work on my book. And Chris will probably use his precious column inches on people who can write more regularly than I wish to write.
But, if I'm on my way out, I at least get to head out the door with a feature on one of my favorite bands, Camper Van Beethoven. I'm really looking forward to the Tucson show.