They Call Him the Midnight Mover

I cannot even begin to conceive of how much poontang Wilson Pickett had at his disposal in 1968.

I'm back from the Krakow trip. Not only was it an extremely cool city, it was also an extremely cold city, and now I'm pretty sick. I'm also pretty busy, what with impending midterms and Saturday's Mustachio 21st Birthday Bashio, so a full-length Krakow recap is on the back burner until further notice.

I really hope no one loses any sleep over it.

Marty