In Paris, but not
Actually I’m sitting in Satellite 6 of Terminal 1 at the airport, waiting far too long for my flight to Germany, then another long train ride to Herford.
You might think I’m tired and grumpy by this point, and I am, a little. Especially about not getting to go into Paris.
But Joshua Kosman’s ARTICLE on Nat Stookey’s Junkestra brought a smile to my face. If you haven’t heard the piece yet, you should. It’s good junky fun.