On the rare occasion that Dad gets out of bed a couple hours before our feet hit the floor, he realizes that the world stops for him. This is the moment of conception for an entire day of cars, airports, cabs, and trains. He lives like a spy on these days, and it keeps his life from being anything but pedestrian.
Despite passing thoughts to the contrary, he never forfeited his dreams to become a business traveler, or a Dad. He understands that these were part of his big scheme of a dream. To weave between cities between days between servers and share whatever he had to give, to provide for us by looking forward to every opportunity of just showing up. Laughing with clients and coworkers, frigid runs down Navy Pier, and watching life unfold from the roofs of skyscrapers: the angles & possibilities, smiling at the missteps and anticipating the next corner.
ALL, while thinking about my sister and I, and our gorgeous Mommy. We are the fuel for that fire, and it’s much more intense than what motivates normal business travelers.
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I’ve been making eyes with this Music Man 4-string bass at Woodsy’s in Kent. It’s not something I was planning to purchase anytime soon per se, except that this morning I got a text inviting me to play on Hamell’s next album. Exsqueeze ‘ums? Full circle back to 4 strings and a dream. But can he still hold it down like he did when he was 19? Hahahahahahhaha. Yeah, I got this covered. 
