No Sisters, No Dentist, No Bourbon

Let me tell you a story about Braddock.

When I was 27, I scheduled, booked, and promoted a four-month, cross-country round-trip/tour. In addition to playing shows, I volunteered at a couple of WWOOF farms along the way, in exchange for a place to stay. That’s how I wound up working the urban farm in the mostly abandoned town of Braddock, PA, right beside their last operating steel mill, and staying in a former convent.

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