I have a funny story for you all! Two, actually.
My husband and I flew from Sarasota, Florida to Dallas, TX for a show last week and Frank had a meet & greet/signing at a local record store- Good Records.
I put a mini bottle of Jameson of our carry on bag hoping we'd get it through security. Well, poor Perry had our bag pulled and the second HSA who went through it found nothing in the main bag, nothing in the first pocket, then bam!, he pulls out my tube of toothpaste and says with a smirk, "you can't bring this on". OK, throw it away, sir. And off we went!
So, I got my book signed and Perry gave Frank a mini Jameson!
Then, we get home and I give my copy of England Keep My Bones (that I bought in Dallas in order to get a wristband for the signing) to my good friends son, Anthony, aged 25, who is visiting from New Jersey. I told him that Frank and the SS will be playing at the Starland Ballroom in December and if I buy him a couple of tickets, would he go to the show? He responds, "Do you want to go? I work there!!!" He works as stage crew- the kid is massive, I'd love him as a pit buddy!
He said that in 2012 during Hurricane Sandy there was 6 feet of water in the building so it has all been gutted and rebuilt, like most of the Jersey Shore. I might have to take another road trip- I mean another fucking flight!