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signage from days gone by. After that, we went out to the cemetery to visit the grave sight of our friend Bobby Lowell.
We loaded into the Zoo Bar at about 3 pm, and the show got under way at 4 pm. Great fun was had by all, and all of the bands did a killer job. Shithook; J. Harrison B & The Bumbles; The New Atomic Robert Band; The Mezcal Brothers; and MBS & The Rockabilly Hall of Fame Blues Band rocked on and on, and every band made dedications to the man of the hour, Bobby Lowell. Bobby would have loved that. I'm sure he's just a smilin.' Door proceeds from the event will go to place a plaque/memorial for Bobby in The Nebraska Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
There were lots of hugs that day. Lots of genuine affection between friends, including the members of the Tribesmen motorcycle club, of which Bobby was a member. It was so great seeing Zeke, Brad and all the others again. They are great guys, to be sure. It was also a real pleasure meeting blues legend Magic Slim.
The next morning, Bob and I said our goodbyes to our friends David and Tammy, and hit the road. We were blessed with clear skies, often even sunny, during the entire duration of the trip. Somewhere in Missouri we stopped back by this really great nostalgia store we ran across on the way up, and bought a bunch of cool stuff.
A mere fourteen hours later, we were back in Burns, Tennessee, safe and sound. Well, safe...
I hit the sofa and awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of Gordon Stinson mixing some tracks in the studio. I introduced myself, and talked for a while with Gordon before Bob came in. Then before you could say "Rockin' the Ryman," it was time to begin my seven-hour return trip, plowing through Nashville like a bat out of heck (I learned well from Timmers!).
Somewhere near Knoxville, out in the country, I saw a box turtle crossing the road. I thought, W.W.J.D. (What Would Jill Do?). So I pulled over, put the turtle on my front seat, and drove to the next exit, a nice, country road with a beautiful tract of land to the right, dipping down into a small river. I took the shelled one out and released him towards
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