So treacherous and oozy

Good morning whenever you are.

It’s morning here in this hotel room. Yesterday Jesse and I debarked the good ship GRACE BAILEY in Rockland, Maine after spending four nights sailing the Penobscot Bay with 19 lovely and adventurous Judge John Hodgman listeners.

I first started this newsletter right after my first trip on the Grace Bailey, and not long before I started reading MOBY DICK to you up in the SECRET ROOM.

And since she has carried across her long history cargo including not only pineapples and lumber and granite and oyster seed, but also WHALE OIL, it seemed only fitting to take advantage of its new cargo of captive nerds and read to them in a Maine accent.

It’s the first ever LIVE READING I’ve done of MOBY DICK, and it gets a little feisty, as you will hear when you ascend the stairs.

But first please consider taking a boat trip with Capt Sam, Fiji the cat, First Mate Mya, Mates Bridget and Jules, Mess Mate Hailey, and Chef Ean. It’s a really great experience, and if you’re aboard when all the Maine windjammer fleet rafts up at the Wooden Boat School this September, I will be there to read some more MOBY DICK to you again.

All SAILINGS are HERE.

Otherwise, my last known public appearances forthcoming are at SOLID SOUND (sold out) and my FINAL show at Union Hall with Jean Grae, Josh Gondelman, and Ruby Laks: TICKETS ARE GOING SWIFTLY BUT FOR NOW REMAIN: HERE.

Thank you as always for your kind attention…