Last week I had a concert with Ben Shive and Randall Goodgame in Eagle Point, Oregon. We drove through the rainy, green mountains without spotting a single monster. Truth be told, it worried me. Were the carnivores more cunning in this part of the country? Had they found a way to disguise themselves? Were they grinning toothy grins from under interstate bridges, waiting for some poor traveler's car to break down? Randall and Ben chatted away while we listened to music. But I was fraught with ...
Published on May 29, 2010 08:55