Jennifer is finishing her ritual of wiping down our airplane seats with disinfectant. This will be the fourth and final time this weekend. I look around at the other people looking at her. She started doing this a few years … Continue reading
We’re on our way back to Franklin from a show last night in Iowa. My brother-in-law (drummer) is driving, and Big Jon (guitar) is riding shotgun and working the radio. Jennifer is pulling pages from decorating and style magazines that … Continue reading
Six days ago I wrote to you from high above Mid-America on our way to the West Coast. Here I am again – Same 737 with the blue and orange seats, same flight attendant (Armando with the cool glasses), same … Continue reading
This letter comes to you from thirty thousand feet above America’s Heartland. The kids and Jennifer are together in a row across the isle. I’m listening to songs on my iPad and trying to figure out when we were last … Continue reading
Hoosier Edition I was planning to write this letter yesterday, but by the time afternoon came and I was alone I couldn’t muster up the energy to do it. We (FFH) spent this past weekend on tour in Indiana and … Continue reading