8.12.07 Sticks SalPal

When we played with the B-52's on the Cape, I picked up some new drumsticks for Mino. They were on the hotel bed iin their chopsticks-like wrapper when I set the baby down and turned my back for a second. I heard the whisper of paper being whisked free of wood and turned around in time to see Lake click the sticks together and then - as God is my witness - start keeping time. The family band is now complete! He had to be either a drummer or a roadie...