It's release week here in R&T land, which means we are working like dogs, and howling like them, too. We all know that #touringisforthedogs , but we thought that maybe dessert could be, too. So this month on The Rumbly Tummy, we are presenting a recipe that is specially for your furry friends. Back when we were just conjuring Howling Back at the Wounded Dog in November in Vermont, digging up old songs and writing new ones, we called our new friend, John Foster, to see if he

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up under some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly feeling of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way y

We got a little carried away. What with all this Wednesdays at noon livecast Double Americana nonsense, and all this Rumbly Tummy food blog every first Wednesday silliness. We forgot, with all these self imposed deadlines and goals and new projects and release dates and what's nexts, to stop, look around, see where we are, and say "Hello." Hello! We are in the middle of it all. A little past the middle of the year, sitting in the middle of Wisconsin in the middle of the co

Listen, it was all going our way, really. We had our camper back! We were sleeping in our own bed again. We were eating our own food and had our independence (even though we were so grateful for the houses that had opened up to us when we were without our camper) and were flying high all the way from Tennessee to North Carolina to West Virginia to... well, that's when we got to Pennsylvania. You may remember those couple years ago, the sad scary day when Butter was hit by

It's 90 degrees in St. Paul, MN, and the report says it feels like 98. And it's rising. And we live in a metal box, shining like an exploding star rushing toward Earth to crush us with fire. S'okay! We aren't going to die. We are charging our spare fan battery at a coffeeshop, now. And also, we have new friends. We are the street cats of Goodrich Avenue, these days. Here in this fine off-street of St. Paul you will find magical mysteries like tiny garden gnomes and Litt