I woke up on Saturday morning with a concert hangover: the vibration of music running through my veins, my ears ringing as Faster Pussycat songs dominated my mind, and I had the desire to get out there to do it again. I couldn't wait to see Phil Lewis with his new LA Guns men. But, first, I had to make one final attempt at finding my friend. So I went to the local library, perhaps they had archives of wedding announcements or worse, an obituary. Instead, the young man that helped me only had a yearbook for me to look at, and all I found was her middle initial under her senior picture. He advised I look at all the sites I've endlessly checked- and off I went with very little information in my pocket. I've learned that time moves fast when you're traveling and before I knew it- I was at Revolution Music Hall in Amityville, Long Island. Now, this is where things are going to get interesting. I'm blunt, what can I say, I'm a writer and I don't believe in...
Adventures in Fitness, Writing and Traveling.