Chapter VI Return of the Jefferson. . . |
Last looks.Wake up late, but that's okay no early agenda today. We head over to the hotel restaurant, the elegant Bentley's for brunch. I get screwy on some drivers, and head back to 219 for an early ...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 00:15:00 GMT |
Chapter IV A new hope. . . |
Record sales. Wake up early, and realize my true meaning for coming on this trip, to lug records for the old man. We get to the sales area, get pinned by the schmooze girls, and unload our bounty. Whi...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Mar 2006 03:28:00 GMT |
Chapter V The morning strikes back. . . |
Ten O'clock. Wake up. Record sales started at nine. We're late, the old man rushes to the table, I go and get breakfast for us. Spend the rest of the afternoon glued to my seat, (just a little hung ov...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Mar 2006 02:10:00 GMT |
Chapter II On the road again, again. . . |
Dawn breaks too early. I think once you hit 50 yrs old, you don't sleep past 6:30. Trying to get out of bed, but it feels like someone tied cynder blocks to my arms and legs while I slept. Closer to 8...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 07:20:00 GMT |
Chapter III Through early morning fog I see. . . |
Barely my hand, and behind that the Piggly Wiggly. Stop to get batteries and film, then off to the Country Kitchen for a skillet breakfast, before we hit the coach bus for the days tour. Among all the...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 01:42:00 GMT |
On the road again. . . |
As sure as your born, I left Jugville the second day of the week, only takin a couple of bags and some good friends mainly Tom, Jerry, and Django. Two guitars and an urge for the open road. Passed me ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 01:24:00 GMT |
