Just got back from a nice night on the town. Around 630 I picked up Gabe and we went into town for burritos. Afterwords we did a little walking around what was left of the art hop. Saw some cool stuff. There although it was much quieter in the night before.

It was so nice hanging out with gabe

I dropped him off around 830 and then was looking for something to do. I decided to stop by higher ground to check out the jam for Sam III. That has been advertised. Several people have asked whether it had anything to do with our Sam. If it did, it would've been a surprise to me. Turns out it didn't. It was a three band benefit for a guy named Sam spear who is been in all three bands. Sam had been in his young 60s when he went into liver failure. He had a combination of hepatitis and liver cancer. He received a new transplant liver, but sadly died of complications soon after. The benefit tonight was for Donate Life Vermont… One of our favorite charities. It was pretty amazing to be listening to a benefit concert with the same name we had had for Sam Also benefiting organ donation.

The first band was the north and rhythm Kings. As they were playing, I quickly recognize that the rhythm guitar player was my good friend Steve. I was able to connect with him after their first set. It was really nice talking to Steve and his wife. My friends Kevin and Judy and Dale were also in the audience. It was really nice catching up with them as well. Music was good and I listened to all three bands. Steve's band was last. Nice to hear them as well.

I ended up leaving so that I could meet my friend Andy downtown. I took a nice walk around, stopped for a beer and then took some more walk. I dropped him off at his house on the way home.

Not a bad day.
Nido, night Sam
– Me

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It’s too bad you can’t hear this tree like I did.

I’m in Washington DC .. its 87 degrees at night.. Walking down the streets I heard a sound that meant summer to me as a kid, an earsplitting, hypnotic buzzing from every tree… the sound so loud and penetrating that i thought it might split my head  head.. it dipped and pulsed like some weird Buddhist chant. I remember listening as a kid.  The hotter and more sultry the night, the louder they were .. as I walked, the chorus hopped from tree to tree as it followed me as I smiled and sweated up the street

nite all, nite sam

-me

I'm lying in my parents bed, and my parents house. My mom is in Minnesota visiting my sister and my dad is…… Well, my dad is no longer on this planet

I'm staying in my parents house with two of my friends, my friend Shmuel from Israel and my friend Tamer from New York. We had an impromptu meeting at a Mexican restaurant tonight. We all have a common interest that we completely ignored for the sake of having a good time. We exchanged stories about families, hobbies, diapers, hobbies… (Did I already say hobbies?) and crazy get rich quick schemes. It was wonderful hanging out with this very diverse group of people. All of which i count is good friends.

I was a little nervous about staying at my parents house for the first time since my dad died. As it turns out, it's really nice here. I miss my dad… At the same time I feel okay about it. I went in and rated his liquor cabinet and finished off a nearly empty bottle of tequila in his honor. That felt like the right thing to do.

I love you mom, miss you dad and love you too.
That's all for today… I have a 5:30 AM meeting and an early morning flight.
Happy and exhausted
Night, night Sam
– Me

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