I don't do too much when I'm on the road. I guess I'm just lazy like that. Not like Bobby.

We never know how things are going to go, and the response is somewhere between the sublime and the ridiculous. But it's always a lot of fun.

I really don't know half the time when I'm with him whether I'm dating him or raising him. I go to his house and see him standing in the front yard with no shirt on poking at the fence with a stick. That's the kind of things I deal with.

Our focus (since the accident) has been on the restoration of power and the access of the road. We've taken the poles to our facilities and are looking at them. It appears that after the first couple of poles went down, the weight of the others pulled them down.

I've taken that road trip,

How happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone.