RICK'S BIG TRIP
Hey there! Welcome to the very special Rick's Trip To Europe web site. As you may have heard, the summer of 2001 promises to be a very special one for our good man RICK, young American artist, as he travels into the mysterious wilds of the Old World. And now, thanks to the amazing technology made available to you in this unprecedented age of Computers, you will be able to follow Rick in all of his exotic adventures without missing a beat!
Hi friends - Rick here - attempting with crude tools to lay the groundwork for what will become a truly adventurous web site. As I prepare for my trip not much seems to be falling into place. Nothing is in my suitcase and none of my things are neatly put away for the summer. It's just all over the place. But what do I really need to take with me anyway? Some clothes; my airplane tickets; my passport...oh yeah – a toothbrush. Packing is easy! It's just waiting to leave that's a pain in the neck.
So, as long as I'm biding my time before my departure, let me tell you a little bit about what I'm leaving behind. The picture to your right is me in the parking lot of a ridiculously rich and fancy country club I've been playing at all winter, down in the Palm Springs area, what the call the Desert. A barren wasteland, made to bloom by way too much water, brought in by way too many people with way too much money, who squander their fortunes and their precious declining days away playing golf in a stinkin' desert that ain’t fit for man nor beast. “Country clubs.” Do you know what Europeans think when I tell them I play piano in a "country club"? They think I play in a western bar! Get it? A "club" with "country" music. This is nothing like it - you hear me you Europers? - This is a class act. See that dishevelled tuxedo I'm wearing? Style, baby.
OK that's enough. So I started my web site - now I gotta go to bed!…..	NEXT PAGE….!