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Dirty Thirty

I’ve always been secretive about my age.  Maybe it’s that feminine mystique thing or maybe its because I was sneaking into bars to play music well before I was ever twenty one.  Shhhhhh…. don’t tell.

This year is different though.  After being oh, so ill and kind of going through the whole “Am I going to make it?” bit, I’ve hit thirty and I’m ready to party. Of course, rather than a case of champagne and a cheese cake that one might consider the end all be all… I did the opposite: I went to my folks ranch in the middle of nowhere Texas to reset before the next trip around the sun.  I don’t know if it was the wide open spaces, good food, copious amounts of Texas beer, or setting off my own fireworks, but it was exactly what this dirty thirty needed….