After the Hartford madness (which actually turned out perfectly, considering) and the all-day (and night) outdoor bash at City Hall Plaza in Boston, I woke up Sunday feeling quite crispy. And this is without any alcohol consumption, mind you. As I tried to organize myself for the hour+ drive down to Providence, I felt a new understanding and appreciation of the daily mechanics of this constant touring schedule, and admiration of Airborne’s, well… stamina.

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