Monday evening, the 16th of November, I found myself in a whole lot of strange places all at one time. Central VA in the Autumn is no more lovely than say Sanitaria Springs, NY in the Fall. The drive down took all day. It's 420 miles to my friend's house. That house is nestled next to a brick Baptist church which has a graveyard starting about 8 feet from the building. Lovely arrangement, particularly if you're elderly or ill and about to croak. Not so far to go for God or the hole in the ground. Night was rapidly falling, but I snapped off a couple of shots for posterity. The take out Mediterranean kabob we had for dinner was superb. I admit to being a bit confused by the blob of green mush up in the corner of the Styrofoam, but since it was free, the price was very right. After dinner, Meg and I went to Cheeseburger in Paradise, a Jimmy Buffett themed eatery in Charlottesville for the first round of the indoor pre-Buffett concert tailgate party,. The local Parrot Heads had thought of most everything and the evening went well. Our host for the 3 day stay in VA arrived on a plane from Florida about 9:30 PM and had a Margie with us. Then we repaired to her home by the graveyard for a bottle (or two) of good wine and catching up on several years of missing conversations. Lizzy is a book publisher working with many prominent, and some very famous, lawyers who are writing books for her employer. I won't mention their names here due to the reality that if I offended any of them, I'd be ragged and hungry within a week or two. She had interesting tales of life in that circle. Yet I was much more impressed that John Grisham lives in Charlottesville, and the locals complain about his parking habits. Come on up to SS Johnny, and I guarantee you we'll let you park that 911 any damn place you please. It was a nice party the next day back at CiP, and the concert itself was as good as any Jimmy has ever done. 13,000 wild phanz filled the arena on the university campus and there were only 10 disorderly conduct arrests. This time there were no notable issues with the crowd, music, or the speedy getaway after the show. There were no reported kidnappings. One month ago, a 19 year old girl went missing during a concert at the same venue, and she's yet to be discovered, dead or alive. It was a great break in the routine of constantly trying to busy myself with something that will hold my interest. I can usually busy myself, but rarely become interested in what I'm doing. A real mystery there, I'm sure. Three days on the road, and I'm now ready to get out there and write, write, write, ........... right! Happy whatever! Oh yeah, have a truly great Thanksgiving, and be thankful for something that matters. You know, like someone else's health or happiness. It'll do you good.
