what I can tell you is that we've been on the road. for two weeks, we've been on the road. and in the time leading up to our departure (from that late great city they call portland), a hundred million things happened. and then the road happened and now atlanta is about to happen and as I sit in this small, dark motel room in little rock, arkansas, I am realizing I need to say some things. maybe all of the things, before it's too late, before it all gets away from me. but the dust needs to settle and then there will be time. the words will tumble, I trust that.
