no, it's iowa

after many, many late nights about midway through our tour of duty, we had hit the exhausto wall. everyone in blueco is so kind and playful, and that makes a world of difference. because of that, i thought this would be the kind of group that would maybe go for the idea that - just an hour or so out of our way – lay the Field of Dreams.

pitching this idea (har) was a real risk. i’d never been and didn’t know if it would be worth it, and the cast was on their last leg after two weeks of straight touring, van rides, airports, and early calls with shows each night. still though, Field of Dreams is one of my favorites of all time, and i had the hopes that even if i annoyingly prodded everyone to go at 7am, we would show up and – like the movie promises – be as happy as children upon arrival.

We were.

once we got to the winding roads of Dyersville, IA, we all sort of started to perk up and get psyched about what was in store. we busted into a McDonalds and a worker there held the door for me because of the baseball cap i was wearing (go sports teams!) and it felt like a good omen. we grabbed coffee and rushed to the field.

it was exactly what we wanted. the farm, the house, the field perfectly kept, the corn as high as an elephant’s. we ran from the van and squealed (field of driiiiiiis!) and burst onto the field – some of us running the bases and snapping photos, some disappearing into the corn and avoiding crossing the foul line, moonlight graham style.

we bought lots of junk and learned the owners of the farm do quite a nice business for themselves, which made us happy. a corporate jagoff had bought the other side of the field years ago and tried to turn a profit on the land, but this year, the original owners were able to swipe it out from under them again. Field of Dreams, indeed.

thanks, Ray.