Back to work...

This will be short I just want to let you know that I landed “safely” back here in the wonderful world of sand, with many thanks to the Japanese for the smoothest ride in a military jet that one could have asked for. I got to see quite a few of you on leave, that was great- the Roadshow founders were together, all four of them, for the first time in about two years which was a blast as one could have expected.

I also wanted to let you know that Roadshow Red 4 is now Roadshow 3; the reason that this is important is that all four of the Roadshow founders will now be posting on this website. So just look at the end of each post to see who wrote it, we will all do our best to make sure that we sign each post so that you know whose thoughts you are reading.

Just a couple quick thoughts on being back, I was moved while I was gone- into a much smaller room. The smaller room is annoying, I don’t have a full size fridge or my leather chair anymore, but the biggest thing is that I now room with a guy who has had problems with me since we met- he really isn’t a bad guy but he isn’t a good guy either. As well as having to move all of my gear I also did not have a bed in my new room for the first night, I have one thankfully. The jet lag and lack of sleep while I was home are kicking my butt and I am very thankful for having yesterday afternoon and today off- I think it is back to work tomorrow though. Things haven’t changed that much we are back to a pseudo-normal schedule and we have lost a lot of smaller taskings that were draining our personnel quickly.

So I am going to welcome the rest of the Roadshow founders to the Traveling Roadshow Website by posting a copy of a comment that they sent to me after a rather awful post that was much too feminine. It has not been edited and is the pure unadulterated honesty that you should expect from your 3 closest friends, it is also grammatically terrible but I will write that off to alcohol.

Cheers- Roadshow 6

Dear Papa,To quote Barabara Streisand, in her infmaous role as the eponymous Yentl, in the movie with the same title, "Enough with your Emily Dickinson slant-rhyme Bullshit." Or was it simply, "Papa can you hear me".We as the collective Roadshow, gathering prior to the Lou trip, having poured a beer out, on NEW CARPET MIND YOU, for you already and have to ask the question WTF? What the hell is going on over there? Have we stumbled upon a scene of Brockback Baghdad? We cannot help but imagine you the limp wristed, waxing political bullshit, literary pole smoker over yonder supposedly protecting us. This is not to say that we don't appreciate your ramblings, as they are the highlight of the evening, but we must mention it's in heavy competition with calling Blythe three times tonight, including one hang up. Though the roadshow is not full in any capacity, we feel as though those not present would agree in absentia, that your grammer is horrendous, and your narrative style lacks focus and believability. Are you not the person that made out with Jen Biel? A few bullets whiz bye and we have forgotten about April Singer? Am I a man? What will I be when I grow up? Do I have courage and conviction? The Roadshow questions not these things. The Roadshow is about the story. We do not question the future. We merely ask how embarassing was the past? What have you done that is so embarassing that you do not wish to share, and you rely on the memories and embelishments of your brethen to carry on the tale? So worry not 6 as to what is coming down the road. For the Show must go on. We are creating stories for the future day by day. Soon you will return and be a focal point of these tales. And while they lack the random acts of violence that punctuated your presence in our midst, we anxiously await your return. Both physically and mentally as our poetry writing uber-fag. Sincerely, Roadshow 7Roadshow 5 Roadshow 4