I'm night riding on a rumbling bus musing about all the varied and random things that add up to our rich pageant of a rock tour life. I always feel like I am missing something in some deep exchange for a bigger reality I may never know. Or just missing home... I always go back in my head to snapshots of my mom and dad and my moms parents Blanch and Jules Verne Dustin... Something about that era ... I guess it's so much like a great Garrison Kiellor story for me.