Yes, it's 3:24 in the AM.  Yes, Mike and I are driving home for 11 hours tomorrow.  Yes, we promised each other we'd leave no later than 9:30.  Yes, I'm getting room service breakfast one last time at 8.  Yes, we just hung out altogether for one last hurrah at Harrah's tonight and we will feel the lack of sleep tomorrow.  Yes, it's all going to be worth it.

"Thank you" doesn't cut it.  Saying we appreciate the support our fans show us on a constant

So I'm walking up the ramp to the stage door tonight (after yet another great dinner at McCormick & Schmick's) and I am waved down by a smiling couple.  Happens every once in awhile, always a pleasant moment before a show.  I smile back to them, say hi, and stop in my tracks when they tell me that the small tuft of silver hair I barely see below the railing is our "oldest Chaser."  I'm intrigued.  I didn't know we had started cataloguing them.

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