Stoneham Day

Welcome to Stoneham, a town just north of Boston, of which I am apparently all set PR-wise to run for mayor.

Withstanding how very appropriate I look next to this fine town's hall, I learned just yesterday where Stoneham was, in preparation for their town "day," on which one of my favorite artists would be performing at the Stoneham town common.

Cue me waking up late, and then S and I rushing to the as of yet unvisited town, only to catch the last 30 seconds of the amazing Brett Dennen's set.

Goodbye, Brett. I love every bit of your music and your message. I promise that one day I will pay for a concert starring only you, I will show up early, and I will be in the front row.

Luckily, Augustana had yet to go on stage, and they were fantastic too.

It's become a fall time tradition for us to see outdoor music up here in New England during the month of September, just as the weather starts to turn (it was in the mid-60s today), but the grass is not yet too chilly for our flip-flopped feet.

I can't believe that in the course of two months, all the leaves on the trees will flame out and die, and then there will be snow.

Until then...