so says the straw hat

In White River Junction, Vermont there are a lot of bridges. The town is a one block sort of town. There is a beautiful old train station. I read that this is a place where trains were very important so many many years ago. In White River Junction there is an oddities shop that passes itself off as a museum. Inside, there is a cat named Zeke. I have never loved a cat before (aside from Rudy) and I will never again. Zeke, I am told, loves everybody. Zeke let me pet his stomach and carry him around like a baby. And I did. I carried that cat around like a baby and scratched under his chin. His paws looked dirty. He was skinny because he got locked in a neighboring basement for a week. He cried when I put him down. I loved that cat. The rain caught up with us finally. We are leaving today for Boston. Maybe the rain will not follow us to there.

Alright, so from Mid September until I go bat-shit crazy, I am on tour with the Night Kite Revival. I am writing this from an on-campus suite in Middletown CT. In about an hour we are leaving to drive to Cambridge MA. I have already been to so many places. In order: Portland, Or. Bellingham, WA. Spokane, WA. Boise, ID. Logan, UT. Gunnison, CO. Denver, CO. Wichita, KS. City Museum, St. Louis, MO. Danville, KY. Chicago, IL. Naperville, IL. Ann Arbor, MI. Traverse City, MI. Oberlin, OH. Geneseo, NY. Salt Space, NYC, NY. NYU, NYC, NY. Middletown, CT. So many more places to come. I ate a bagel sandwich and walked around the downtown of Middletown today with Cristin and Anis. We stopped in a basement bookstore in one of those indoor malls with the wooden floors and the low ceilings that every beach town has, even though Middletown is not a beach town. There were stores selling dance outfits and other stores selling tacky wall hangings. The bathroom had a pull-tab to the right of the toilet t