Metallica

When I last left you all, I was in South Dakota yelling in the direction of Mr. Ulrich’s face. Six weeks have passed, and fellow Black Ticket Roamer Jameson and I are up at 3:30 am to make our 6:00 am flight to Philadelphia.

Leg two was short for me, tough on the sleep and work, but as always, it’s all worth it.

Sunday morning, I drove to Niagara Falls for the first time and walked over five miles checking out the fall foliage, the waterfalls, and Metallica fans from Central/South America walking around showing of their proud battle vests. A fist bump and a smile and we were on our way, acknowledging our mutual respect for each other and love of a band that has brought us together, when so much in this world tries to divide us.

There was a point when it occurred to me (while hanging out with the guys from Ecuador after the Penn State show) that I am travelling around the country meeting the entire world and this is perhaps, the greatest thing I’ve experienced in my life.