Great White Buffalo

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After 750 miles along the trail of tears called Interstate 90, Ray Salah and I are back in Rochester.

The Wisconsin Death Trip (thank you, Static X) was a success, meaning I brought home more money than I left home with, which is always a plus.  The extra gig on Sunday was very helpful, as it wound up paying for the gas all the way home, and no small feat at $2.79 a gallon (the going rate in Milwaukee and Chicago).

Saturday night, the club in Milwaukee was desolate.  The Green Bay Packers were on TV playing in Buffalo against the Bills (who schooled them pretty good).  Consequently, everyone stayed home and watched the new kid (Aaron Rogers) on TV show everyone that he ain't Brett Favre.  On the other side of the ball, Bills QB J.P. Losman showed everyone that he ain't Drew Bledsoe.  Hooray for us!

This week, it's Niagara Falls, a scant 90 minutes away from home base, and back to headlining the room.  Ray is opening on the shows, too, continuing the "Summer of Salah."  We were packed to the gills coming home, Ray had six boxes of books he bought.  I had a small duffle bag full, and we both found, upon arriving home, that we sold many several of them.  I went to the post office today with 16 packages.  Ebay is a wonderful thing.

Still no light at the Tetta/Davis household...our electrician crapped the bed, and he won't be available for another 4-6 weeks.  Totally unacceptable.  I feel like I'm in some "Survivor" type TV show, working with clip-style desk lamps in two of our rooms.  It ain't fun, believe me.

Today I got back to my roots, meaning I watched the baby for a few hours, then went out and ran errands all day, paying phone bills, bringing home heavy groceries, and doing everything else except napping, which is what I would have done were I still a single man.

O.K., I'm going to go sit in the dark now.  Have a nice day!

Ralph Tetta

Rochester, NY