I'm in a motel in southern Illinois. Only a few more hours and I'll be home, ready to go online and wrap up the reunion coverage.
Here's one thing I know for sure: after a few days in the Marriott, a night in the Super-8 Motel has lost its thrill.
Frank Mullen's very unofficial source of poop, skinny and bitching for present and former U.S. Navy Musicians.
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