Travelin' south of the border with West Side Ken. Driving on a dirt road, made only for donkeys, and the January summer dust is filling the truck. Cough! Telepathy: Yep, we're lost. And we get to this checkpoint in the middle of NOWHERE, where these guys who look like they're about 14 give us the third degree ... their machine guns look bigger than them! They ask West Side in spanish, "How many people you got in there?" (Is this a trick question?)

He looks at me, and goes, "Um ... two." Just me and West Side on that road less traversed, and I mean NO-ONE was on that road.

Ok, ok ... there was also a fretless bass, two trumpet cases, a bass clarinet, a faggott (enter your own joke here), a trombone slide, reeds and strings, so I guess we weren't alone ... -Todd