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The Russian River meets the Pacific Ocean about sixty miles northwest of San Francisco. There, the great rolling hills of Sonoma meet the sharp, evergreen-strewn shoreline. I turned right at the sea, heading further still from anything resembling anything that had come before. I arrived SFO bleary from a late night as the first guest…

Many roads led to the marriage of Matthew Tousignant and Sarah Fishkin there amongst the redwood and pine of Sonoma County. I met Matthew D. Tousignant on his first day at Conestoga Senior High School in Berwyn, PA. We were juniors. Our guidance councilor asked me (the student council brownie hound that I was) to…

I was on the phone with American Airlines when it struck. I’m flying from Los Angeles to San Francisco in the morning. I’m renting an SUV, picking up my buddy Jon who’s flying in from Philadelphia, then heading up to Point Reyes where I’m meeting up with my best friend Sibby, and the groom’s brother,…

So irresponsible. I stopped into a music shop on Santa Monica Boulevard on the way home from work and bought an acoustic guitar. Oops. It’s nothing special, but I didn’t exactly stick to my hundred dollar goal. Nope, I dropped a buck eighty. But I got a case out of the deal. And some picks.…

I miss my guitar. I never used to leave home without my guitar. You never really know when you’re gonna’ wanna’ play, or when a song’s gonna’ strike. I’ve dragged it clear across the country never to crack the case. And I’ve dragged it to different continents and come home with an EP’s worth of…

Is it a harbinger? A warning sign? Does narrowly escaping a massive accident increase or diminish one’s likelihood of being involved in another? It’s barely five o’clock. The sky is light and streaked with clouds. I am in the back seat of a Lincoln Towncar. My Russian driver is driving quickly down the BQE. ‘Good,’…