It turns out moving across the country is hard. I haven't skated in a week, or written about skateboarding in a week, or really even thought about skateboarding for a week -- just packing boxes. Sorry about that. It's back on my mind now, though: The Dew Tour is on again, and I arrived in Cleveland last night. The athletes and I are all booked in a hotel that goes way overboard on the theme of its proximity to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, which I'm going to go check out today, so before all the action gets underway, here's a Rock Hall meditation for you to ponder on: Is there anything in skateboarding more pure than a frontside rock and roll? So simple, so perfect, such a sensation. Tech comes and goes, trends ebb and flow, but the rock and roll is forever. Remember when you got your first guitar and some guy taught you how to play the riff from Freebird? Next time you're at the skatepark, pull some grom aside and -- after staging a mongo intervention if necessary -- show him what's what on the rock and roll. Make sure he learns it frontside so he'll never forget it and go on skating forever.