A 40 Dollar Personal Pizza and a 15 Dollar Glass Of Ginger Ale

If you're confused about the title, that is what I paid for my dinner the night before last in Bergen, Norway. I am not kidding.
While this part of the world is certainly beautiful, the same can't be said for the cost of living (and eating) here.
Since we had to stay at a hotel next to the Airport for travel reasons, we all headed down to the lounge after we arrived for a bite to eat. Needless to say the topic of the conversation was the amount of money a beer was ($16.00) and the cost of a Club Sandwich ($38.00). It's a good thing I wasn't that hungry.

So, cat's out of the bag. I'm back with TR starting in October through the rest of the year and this time I get to watch the bass player opposed to being the bass player.
Todd was kind enough to allow me to come crawling back to the fold in the guise of Keyboards and Guitar. Of course I'll be adding my warblings to the mix as well.
To say I'm happy about this would be an extreme understatement.
I know Matt Bolten did a wonderful job but I made Todd an offer he couldn't refuse. ME!
No, no, no, I kid, I kid!
I just told him I'd have Phyllis do his laundry, mow his lawn, grocery shop, wash his dog AND his car, put up, decorate and then take down his Christmas Tree, clean his Infinity Pool, etc ... for the next 10 years. I also convinced Phyllis to carry a child to term for him if that was necessary.
In any case, I might have been gone for a while but if it's at all in my power to remain a current part of Todd's musical history, I'll never be gone for long.