fugitives in Jim Thorpe
Okay, now I have to tell you about one of our most recent adventures. We just got back from a 10 day 'mini-tour' of Pennsylvania and NYC. Our first gig was in a little town called Jim Thorpe, PA. The show was fabulous. We played in the Mauch Chunk Opera House, which is beautiful. I'm always so happy to see restored theatres like this -- apparently Frank Sinatra is one of the many legends who performed on the very same stage back in the day! The next afternoon we were hungry and went out looking for a good cafe. The town really has only one street, but it's a nice one: kinda touristy and cute and fun. We went into a little European-looking place and sat down and since no one seemed to be there to greet us, I grabbed a couple menues from another table. Then we waited for about 45 minutes, ordered some coffee, waited, ordered some food and waited some more. I'll spare the details (ravioli coming out not as described so he took it back to the kitchen and rinsed it off, wilted lettuce, dried out omelet), but we finally just had to get out of there. I said, 'Come on, Danielle, we should just leave. I'll pay for the coffee and let's go.' Alright, now we never do this. But we couldn't even pretend to be okay with the meal. So I told the owner/waiter that we were leaving, and he threatened to call the sheriff! Danielle was already outside, and I thought he was gonna grab me and not let me go. 'You order, you pay!' But we got out and went across the street to a hippy coffee shop, then to a mexican restaurant, and then back to the coffee shop. The coffee guy told us that the police had indeed been after us, hunting down the fugitive musicians! Finally we escaped and made our way to NYC. (disclaimer: Jim Thorpe, PA, is a great little town and you should definitely go there and see a show at the Opera House. Just bring a cooler.)
