I had quite a rough night on my way home from the U.P. tour. First of all, there were a few mix-ups with lodging and showtimes for the last show. It was fine, though. The show was very rough. Small crowd, half of them over 100 years old. Many playing video blackjack at the bar. I took a picture of the audience DURING my set (see below) and I don’t even think anyone knew I took a picture. So I entertained myself for 30 minutes. Then I’m driving home and I get a speeding ticket. I was in the middle of nowhere. That sucked. Then I run over a porcupine. Damn thing jumped out in front of me. I thought it was adorable how when I called my girl for sympathy for the rough night, her response was, “Ahhh, that poor porcupine. You’re a murderer!” Cuuuh-LICK! 