Well, it's long after midnight here in Florida.
Got in touch with my old friend Jack and spent a long day reminiscing. Got to the hotel only to find internet problems. Seems they only use cables here (I asked 'em how Bill and Hillary were doin' in the White House...cables? Sheesh...) Seems the one runnin' to the lamp dealie was all screwed up. Just go it fixed.
It was a full and wonderful day, but; do you really care what happened to Gloria and John after they moved up north? Or that Jill moved back to Stuart after all those years in Jacksonville? Or, sadly, that neither of us has been able to find out anything about Tom "Tonto" Powell, our Bass player and friend, and both fear he never made it home from Viet Nam.
Didn't think so.
Oh there were stories of broader interest, but tomorrow we're going to meet at his studio and go over to the Museum of Florida Art where he's Artist-in-Residence, and view some of his work in public buildings -- so there'll be pictures and tales to tell.
Tonight, I'm tired and barely able to type, much less make coherent sentences.
Time to sleep.
Later 'Gators...
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