I know I haven't been blogging for a while.
I've been recuperating. I spent all Sunday with this guy, a friend from Kerhonkson I met a couple of months ago.
His (stage) name is Insane Shane McKane, and his act and personality are rated R (very much so).
So I've been thinking about how to introduce his whole thing to you. And after witnessing horrified families at the Sunday concert in Bethel, I decided not to. Dancers, bull whips, beer and cigarettes are not family fare, after all.
I'll say this much: It is definitively weird when somebody named Insane calls you Monday morning to make sure you're OK.