“Number nine. Number nine. Number nine.” (No … not Kasey Kahne of NASCAR …)

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The first two nights out on the town in Louisville included a threesome of young women for a good cause … And the second night out included a concert on the banks of The Ohio River featuring Cracker. Batting a thousand here in Sluggerville, if I don’t say so myself. But … how about a […]

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I seek out and ping Wi-Fi hotspots all over the country. It’s what I do. Likewise, I am always on the lookout for music. On my second night out in Louisville, I so scored some righteous tunes … Here is how the deal went down. My hotel is actually in Indiana, just across The Ohio […]

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There has been only one time that I have regretted taking on my new “dirty gigs” assignments. (If you haven’t been following along, I have been working in disaster recovery to fund my ongoing addiction to travel for Wi-Fi’s sake.) A recent gig required that I stay in Winston-Salem, N.C. rather than return to my […]

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Finally! I have boarded many a plane since the introduction of Wi-Fi in the sky … but apparently I have been leaving and landing in the wrong cities — no Wi-Fi to be had. Until Sunday, traveling from Winston-Salem … to Atlanta … to Dallas. But first, have you ever been stuck on a plane […]

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Sorry it has taken so long to post a new blog, and also, how absent-minded of me to leave up the download Ode to PotTAY. Apologies. My Dirty Gig adventure continues, having just finished a two-week stint in a building nearly destroyed by fire. Just a few days ago I left Winston-Salem, where I met […]

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Having taken myself out of the lineup in the PR world in order to blog, inadvertently, I find myself doing ‘dirty gigs’ on the side for sustenance. And every stint has unique challenges — much more so than my former life behind a desk in the business world. PR was filled with papercuts and backstabs […]

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Although my first taste of Winston-Salem was somewhat of a walk on the wild side, my second take was all apple pie. Leaving the Hells Angels back at the hotel to do what they do, I stumbled upon Trade Street in the downtown area of the twin cities. Very cool. There are several art galleries, […]

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So, what does one say to a Hells Angel? Yes. No kidding. I got on the elevator after work today, in Winston-Salem, N.C., and there were two gentlemen sporting black leather vests with one of the most recognized icon’s in the world, the Hells Angels logo. (I believe these two were from Nebraska.) I am […]

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