To all of you out there who are worried about me, I am still alive. My camping adventure on the streets of Boston continues. I had a nice surprise this morning as I emerged from my tent to find a local newspaper waiting for me. Apparently making friends with the local newspaper delivery guys had its advantages. The guy is actually a huge Yes/Steve Howe fan and appreciated my loyalty and dedication to having a front row seat for the ASIA show in September.... He was a nice change from the kids who came by late last night and starting banging on my tent screaming "Godsmack rules!!!". I felt 85 years old as I told the kids to scram and leave me alone. Can't a guy sleep in his tent on the busy streets of Boston in peace?
