Although September and October may be the very best months of the year here in Utah, I'd have to say that I'm saddened by the retreat of Summer. July was a blur of heat and emotion when I nearly lost my Dad. August may as well have not existed (I can't remember anything of note). Then a week in Phoenix to record some music the fist part of this month and here we are closing the gap on September. I guess as you get older, blocks of time (like a summer) become a smaller percentage of your overall life and seem to pass more quickly.

In the near future I see lots of carwork, yardwork, housework, a week in Nicaragua and hopefully lots of good weather and good news.

Brooke has been getting a kick out of an old Polaroid camera we found at the D.I. for a buck. But don't be fooled, the film is quite pricey to have too much of a trigger finger.