Arrived in Mobile, Alabama yesterday after a drive from Canton, Mississippi. Total miles for trip from home a bit over a thousand.
Took US-98 from Jackson, Ms., to here. Played NTN at three places in Hattiesburg, home of the Southern Mississippi Eagles: Buffalo Wild Wings ($5 for two pops), Sidelines ($2 for a pop and a beer) and Corner Sports Bar ($4 for two pops) out by Camp Shelby.
There sure are not a lot of places to stop between Hattiesburg and the Alabama line, especially if you've had all those drinks. We finally found one, pulled in and this is where we first met our friends, the enemy. There were two car loads there doing the same thing we were. Gave them a big Red Wolves (their nickname) howdy.
Checked into our motel out by Airport Road and as we were putting on our Huskie gear, the guy next door came over and said, "Go Huskies!" He looked familiar, then I realized it was none other than the tuba player from one of our favorite bands, the Dekalb Footstompers, Rick. He flew in last week and had been playing music on Bourbon Street in New Orleans (he is also a retired school teacher).
The last time I had talked with him was at Lord Stanley's in Dekalb before their Homecoming show.
Should Be a Good Time, Now. --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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