The Getaway Drivers

OK, maybe not. We don't have chicken wire fence, and you've probably already thrown out your cranberry sauce. Nonetheless, you should heed this last call for some Tuesday night Happy Hour mirth at High Noon Saloon: we shall most certainly…

To Steve's surprise, Bob pulled over and handed him the wheel with a nonchalance that belied a long-perfected habit of reading the Cellist's mind.

Gail & Barbara lay snoring in the back seat, utterly worn out by the previous evening's…

everybody knows what we're looking for. take us there.

a while back we were driving up the Bitterroot Valley of Montana, on the run from, or maybe, for a change, chasing after a who or a what that by now I can't place.

Bob gazed away, up into the…

Something's wrong with Bob's leg.










The Fiddliste in a Dentyne moment.
















The Drummiste--faster than the speed of light or at least the light setting.

The unsuspecting neighborhood.



















E-Man formulates the Master Plan.


















First order of business: Beer. Canadian. Now.




















Sean Michael Dargan
pipes
Thurberfest 2007
into official existence.


















Unable to resist the call of the pipes, hordes of Irishmen storm the stage, led by…

So much had happened...

so very, very much.

The Drivers, exhausted from their seemingly endless traverse through Canada, had at long last made it across the North Dakota border.

The Kid, picked up only hours before, had requested a pit-stop…

Dateline June 16, 2007: At half our number--or just slightly under half, depending on fortune's whims--the 3 Piece Adjustable Getaway plays smooth and sweet to an appreciative crowd at Mother Fool's. Mothers--none being fools--were spotted in the audience!! The only…