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For some fifteen hours yesterday, I was at — well, near, actually — Giants Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey, covering Al Gore’s globalwarmingapalooza, Live Earth. As always, I didn’t see the show. I mean, I could hear it playing on the flat screens down the hall, but from the one-on-one interview rooms backstage —…

I boycotted the fireworks tonight. They couldn’t possibly have been more excellent than Saturday’s. It takes a certain amount of masochism, a three a.m. wake up call, great weather, seemless airline connections, an hour of time zone savings, and about 15 milligrams of Xanax to make it to Eastern Iowa Airport before nine a.m., but…

The van was idling in the loading zone, right where Jason left it. Mandy, Abbi, and I climbed aboard, and Jason pointed us back towards the park. The sun was beginning to sink in the west as we pulled in behind The Nadas’ bus, Meatloaf. I spotted my family striding towards me as I stepped…

I waded into the shoulder high corn, looked into the sun, and dropped to my knees. My grandparents are buried in Mount Olivet Cemetery on the western edge of Waterloo. When we laid my grandmother, Mildred Bolster, to rest beside her husband, William, in the summer of 1998, the view was a classic, unfettered Iowa…

It was only last night, but it already seems like a long time ago. My friends are the best. I’m lucky for them. We had a really good time at the “Besides” CD release. Primarily because it wasn’t so much about the CD release at all, but about a bunch of friends getting together to…