Almost ready to surface from a heap on top of a pile underneath a mountain of work. Fruits of this labor will see the light of national broadcast in just a few short months! But until then…

What You Want On the Way Home


Thank you WERS.  Because of you, my evening commute (the one that starts with the “circle of death” at the Newton exit/on-ramp and ends with dodging possible pedestrian splatter in Copley Square) was bearable.  Nay, more than bearable.  All because of six minutes and fifty one seconds of Stevie Ray Vaughan’s “Little Wing.”  It’s musical Xanax, perfect for traffic driving – jammy or otherwise.