At first I was like: “Hey, let’s go start a drum circle and play hackey sack and not bathe while we twirl around to Phish songs and eat granola burgers. Man, I got the munchies.”

Then I was like: “Tennis, anyone?”

Amazing what that first haircut can do for a man.

I’ve been to Canada, and now I’m going to another foreign land: Texas. Not sure what to expect, but I keep hearing about a magical place called Whataburger. I’m guessing we’ll be staying there for at least a day or two.

In Vermont, we have five seasons. Jammed between winter and spring is mud season. Today was opening day.

And I decided to spend the weekend in 1977.