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I left Montréal Tuesday morning at 5 AM, so I could make it to my next signing, at the Thoreau Society in Concord, outside Boston, that afternoon. It was a rainy, grey day.
Montpelier, Vermont in the early hours.
Vermont State Capitol.
I finally made it it to Concord, in a pounding rain. Here's my set up. If you could see out the window behind the screen you could almost make out the eastern shore of Walden Pond.
Photo by Fred J. Robertson.
The turnout was small but enthusiastic. Just be be there was an incredible honor to me.
I stayed that night at the studio of artist/teacher Cara Bean. Above: Looking down on Moody Street, WalTHAM, Massachusetts.
An illustrated box by Ms. Bean.
The next day I had a lecture on Thoreau to give at a Lynn, Mass. High School. Here is the large (200+ people?) crowd filing in.
Luckily, only a few of the students taunted me during the lecture!
Hooray.
Afterwards, I stopped by the Science Lab, where I met these adorable Blandings Turtles (one of Thoreau's favorite animals...).
(For more on my visit to Lynn Classical HS, click here!)
Bay outside Swampscott, cloudy day.
The Boston skyline gradually emerges.
The next morning I hit the road for Albany, NY, a place I'd never been, to visit one of my favorite people in the world, Patrick Porter.
The first thing I did in Albany was step in this puddle.
Washington Park bandshell, Albany.
Tricked out chrome Saturn. The picture doesn't do it justice.
New York State Capitol Building.
Porter: The Halls of Power™.
View from the Egg.
Can someone please let me know what these mysterious stone holes are, just east of the The Egg?
Allegedly the red brick building in the center of this photo is a veritable museum of graffiti inside.
Patrick in the Concourse, below the Capitol, featuring artwork from the Nelson Rockefeller Collection.
Detail of one of Patrick's paintings.
Porter sketch.
Home Decor®.
"I'm scared. I wanna go home."
Porter Stylee Sweater Rack.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, after a night of sleep in an upstate NY rest area.
Lake Eerie.
Before long I was once again in Mysterious Cleveland. And once again I just passed through without stopping. Can someone please explain the Cleveland underground scene to me? There must some zine-friendly/comix-friendly shops there, right?
Downtown Cleveland from the interstate.
Back in the midwest.
Dan Ryan, Wednesday night. (Everyone's at the Bulls game.)
Home Sweet Home.
TOTAL MILES: 2,530.1
Special Thanks to Alex and all at Pop Sandbox, Chris Butcher and Peter Birkemoe (TCAF/Beguiling), Kingston Homies, Julie D., Chester, and all at D+Q, Mike Frederick, Cara Bean, Kelly Hourihan and all at Lynn Classical, Porter and Amber, and Price Chopper for the place to pee.
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