Basement Belew.
Packed, bags in the car & shortly off to Nashville airport. Something has begun here these past few days. And lots of laughter.
We celebrated with Ian & Marjie last evening at a Mexican restaurant not far from the late lamented Loco Lupe's. The Hacienda also serves Monster Margaritas but, unlike LL they put alcohol in them. More fun, and returning to packing.
Now, about-to-be-becoming on my way to my Wife. 14.32
Red Carpet Club, Concourse B, Chicago.
Four hours between flights. This was an intelligent provision: weather at O'Hare delayed us leaving Nashville and, were I to have caught the later flight, might have missed the connection.
Computer work is waiting. There is always something to do on & with this superb Beast. Sid Smith has given me work to do and I am about to do as I am told.
"The musician and audience are parents to the music."
