|This is one of those stellar friends,
on casual Friday.
|This is not an example of the kind of writing I
did for the U-M Medical School.
|This is money I dug up. I did not have to dig
up any money to pay for my first hip surgery.
Due to dreamy U-M health insurance.
Here's an example of one story I loved every minute of writing:
All the while, I was writing more and more music, zooming to Nashville to record demos and get the lay of the land. Al was touring the world with Bettye LaVette and I was home with the responsible dayjob/health insurance, feeling increasingly bitter, pulling against an oceanic current of longing to be part of a bigger songwriting scene.
|Metal detecting a construction site while I should have been
at my desk working for the Medical School. SUCKAHHHS!
I am totally joking.
|Like this beautiful, brass instrument mouthpiece.
|Look at this OUTRAGEous haul from a Nolensville-area
|I feel a little bit bad about making fun of the name of the lady
who terminated me. Pearl is clearly embarrassed too. She
thinks I am not being the best version of myself.
|Found this awesome 1910 City of Chicago
"Vehicle Tag" in a northern Michigan field
last fall. The man largely responsible for the
ACA is said to have ties to the Windy City.
|Me, at DancEast (where I teach), in full
detecting/songwriting regalia. Even I
am not sure why this photo exists.
|Part of someone's budget a century ago.
|These items used to mean something to someone.
|This Civil War gunpowder keg used to "belong"
to a soldier.
|A man wore this against his chest, then lost it.
|These things were useful. They had value. Then they were dropped.
And then I dug them up.
|Me, pondering the future. Or perhaps just looking at a tree.
|I really can't think of anything to say, so here are some figurines.
|Me at the Bluebird Cafe, feeling grateful and happy.
|It's gonna be OK, Whit.