Midwest Carolina Blues
Bob and I took in the local Chinese buffet, and I went back to the studio to spend the night on the sofa, while Bob returned to the bed and breakfast where he currently lives. My night was peaceful, although I felt the ghosts of country music past all around me. Not a scary thing- more of a nice, warm feeling, with a strong southern accent.
The next morning, we awoke to snow, and drove into Dickson, where I showered at the b&b, and prepared for the long journey to Nebraska. By the way, the room Bob stays in is done in a Gone With The Wind decor. Frankly Scarlet, I don't give a hoot.
The entire day is kind of a blur now, but I can decipher a few gray-faded memories. Bob's windshield wipers were falling apart at the seems like a rockabilly festival in Jackson, so we pulled in to an auto parts joint, and Bob purchase some new ones and grabbed a jug on the way out the door. (a jug of wiper fluid. Inside joke, sorry.)
For the next fifteen hours, Bob burned up the highways and byways of this great land of ours. We traveled northwest into Kentucky, Missouri, and into Nebraska. The most excitement came in the form of one St. Louis, Missouri, and Bob did his impression of Richard Petty and/or Luke Skywalker, racing through the dips, turns and obstacles with the professionalism of a true Jedi NASCAR driver. There were trucks and cars merging from the right, from the left, from overhead...
Bob's car now has chubby finger impressions dug into the dash, but other than that, no problem. It was pretty nifty seeing the archway in St. Louis at 150 mph too.
We arrived safe and sound in Lincoln after driving the last 100 or so miles of plowing through dense fog so thick we could see nothing but a little of the white line. Oh, and a tip of the Stetson to the internet's MAPQUEST.COM. Their directions were perfect, and took us right to Dave Robel's front door. Just one problem. Dave wasn't there, and it was butt-freezing cold in Lincoln.
Now, if this were a soap opera, and it isn't, even though it contains all of the earmarks of Days of Our Lives, we would put a big "to be continued" on screen at this point.
Bob and I had the brilliant idea that perhaps Dave was
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