Through the gale force winds we drove. Southward, Eastward, on and on! Monkey on my lap, purring softly as the sheets of rain hammered against the truck in a syncopated code. I arrived at my hotel shortly after one only to find that they were closed due to a power outage. I drove the awkward truck with station wagon in tow through the tight, tree littered streets of the city and met with landlords and viewed apartments. Monkey, waited patiently in the truck, hiding beneath the seat so that no one would know she was there (what a good security cat).

So, I’m here and I’m nearly settled into a place. I’ve only to sign and hire movers to unpack me. It’s going to be quite a change, but as I lived in Louisville for most of my life, it’s not completely a culture shock.

Professor Barlow ran into Tropical Storm Fay on his way to Jacksonville. Yesterday Duncan posted this update from a hotel in Georgia:

Well, it seems that Tropical Storm Fay is a bit of an anomaly. In fact, the only storm in US history to behave at all like Fay, was a storm in 1964. Fay hit Florida on the Gulf side, gained speed over land (which is rare) by pulling water from the Everglades, popped back into the Atlantic, came back ashore, popped back into the Atlantic, and is now slowly going west after pausing over the coast for nearly a day. I have been holed up in a roadside hotel in Georgia for three days waiting for the storm to clear so that I can find a place to live in Florida. Many streets are flooded (alligators, snakes, fish, and other wildlife are swimming through the city streets in some areas — like the neighborhood I’m looking at).

I had a bout of the stomach flu yesterday to boot. All this being said…I’m still “moving” and have not “moved.” I have not seen my new city, nor have I stepped foot in it. I have yet to meet my colleagues at the college, nor see my office. I am bored out of my mind and I’m tired of feeling displaced.

Things could always be worse. Of this I am well aware. However, for someone who reluctantly left the lovely city of Denver, this is a funny situation. Tomorrow I will leave this hotel. I will still have to drive through the storm for a few hours, but at least this way I’ll be able to get a hotel in the new city; right now no one is answering their phones because the power is out. That’s the update. More later.

As I write this, Duncan “Swerves” Barlow is driving a 15-foot U-Haul truck loaded with music gear, books, a few trash bags full of clothes, and other belongings (many of them covered with a thick layer of white cat fur). Monkey is riding in the cab with her favorite human, Daddy, her meow reduced to a hoarse squeak after two days of near-constant motion — east, away from Denver, toward a new home in Jacksonville.

Loading that truck was the last thing any of us wanted to do. Sorry you had to go, and good luck. We’ll miss you.

Well, we knew this day would come sooner or later. Our dear friend and bass player Duncan Barlow has decided to take a job as an English professor in Jacksonville, Flori-duh, and he is moving on Monday. Of course this means we have canceled our shows with The Swayback and Eyes & Ears.
Don’t fret though. Lion Sized will continue on. We are in the process of looking for a new bass player that can match the skills and energy of Duncan. We’ll be back soon enough.
That said, we will really miss Duncan as a bandmate, but more so as a friend. He has been such a important part of our lives and Josh and I are happy to call him a friend and brother. We will miss you more than you know.

xo,
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