"Our team start time is 4:30am, and I stupidly volunteered for the summit leg, but at least I'm out of shape..."Read More
"Hendrix just had it. He had it all. He was a great singer, a great songwriter, and an unbelievable guitar player. And now he’s dead. So that’s how he blew it."Read More
"Three to four months out of the year, that was my life: bloody noses, boxes upon boxes of tissue, and in place of a 'Skoal ring,' my jeans sported the outline of an eye-drop bottle..."Read More
"'And then he played the first note, and everything changed,' Sterling writes. Having never experienced B.B. in concert, I could only wear blue..."Read More