Sleep wonderful sleep. Howie and Vachon commandeered the nice, fluffy, beautiful, comfy, lovely, posh queen size beds, while I roughed it in a tent outside the lobby. It was sleep, nonetheless. (a very important element that rarely pays us a visit).........AT

Oh my goodness, last night was nuts. People flying out of windows, peeing off fire escapes, throwing beer cans at the stage, and drinking all but the finest of brewed beverages. Some kind folks drove from South Dakota, that was pretty nifty. ’’Live on the Lawn’’, that’s the name of what is now to become the annual ATO rock and roll party. Howie was propped up in a tent borrowed from the Ringling Brothers, before they merged with Barnum and Bailey. He ate some fire, showed pictures of his third cousin ’’lobster boy’’ and played the hits for the 800 or so folks who braved the harsh conditions to ruin the house’s finely manicured lawn.

There you have it: Jamie’s synopsis of the past 24 hours.......(today I ate cabbage).......Now, Matt Vachon with the weather.

Butler University. they did it. the butler always did it. it was a joyfull occasion. the show was good, but the highlight was that we put our walky talkies to the test. we talked on them like they were going out of style. so pretty much the opposite of hotpants. thanks to jason and the crew for showing us some southern hospitality. 2/3 of us got new shirts.i on the other hand got nothing,so i went around town shirtless and i stuck my finger in a mooses nose. top that croc hunter. the ATO house was the jam. it was the raspberry jam. which is good with peanut butter ............... and cornbread.

the weather is a little chilly. but so is willy. later on...