Sterling Heights, MI

My run of gigs in the Dakotas was thankfully cancelled. Tonight my parents and I went to a nearby bar called Mesquite where we ate, drank and played keno. I'm actually up $20. I rang the bell with every $2 winner I had. I was appalled that I won this time as I always lose. More shockingly, none of us got hammered.

Milwaukee, WI

I'm staying at the Milwaukee Athetic Club. It's an old hotel and it's quite swanky. I wish more gigs put me up in places like this. Last night I was doing a shitty bar gig in Manitowoc. they put me up in a Super 8 that reeked of mildew. Tonight I worked the big theatre at Potowatamie Casino.

I hung out at a bar called Pitch's just off Brady St. it's one of my fave bars in the country. I always drink Kessler whiskey and ginger ale there in honor of my Grandma Laing. This was her poison. She started drinking them every day at noon. At this time she would say to me. "Tell grandpa the bar is open" and grandpa would serve up the clown juice. whenever she wanted another she'd hand me the glass and say "Tell grandpa, 'refill'". refill was probably one of my first words. Byt the time i was 6 I was making highballs for granny myself. We weren't allowed to drink the Canada Dry ginger ale as it was for highballs only, but as we got older and savvier my brother and I would sneek a sip of the luscious libation. The Kessler whisky never appealed to us, even in our teen years. We just want canada dry- the forbidden ginger ale.

Sault Ste Marie, MI

My brother alerted me to another Dillinger hide out spot and I found it with the help of an elderly neighbour who remembered which house it was AND Dillnger's friend that was with him. The Kewadin gigs here and in St Ignace went well. StIgnace had only 30 people at the show but S.S.M. had a ton. I hung out and sang karaoke with some people from houghton. I couldn't drink as much as they can.
I took my TRACKER IV! metal detector to an old lumber farm. I found an old piece of barbed wire and some metal tool parts I can't recognize. the latter were found behind the lumber farm buried in a dirt road used my Michigan rednecks as an ATV lane and by bears as a toilet. I got a TON of hits and wanted to stay longer but the legendary Upper Peninsula mosquitoes were feasting on me.
I also went to a "ghost town" which was really just an old train depot. Someone had build a house right next to it and was using it for storage. I wanted to explore it but they had a sign on their front door that had an image of a gun and below it it said "We dont call 911".
I later stopped at an old abandonded house to look around. Pictures coming soon.