Should Auld Acquaintance...
It was New Year's Eve 1982. I went to an all-night dance near
Asheville with a bunch of my friends. The dance ended when
dawn broke on New Year's Day. Actually, dawn didn't so much
break that day as it just crept in and it stopped being dark.
It was very overcast as we made our way to the home of one
of my friends. There were no shadows so you couldn't even
tell where the sun was.
They had room for a dozen or so of us to crash, as long as
people didn't mind floor space. We had basically been on our
feet all night so believe me, nobody minded. I wound up in
a sleeping bag on the kitchen floor where I didn't so much
"sleep" as I "provided entertainment for the cats."
A few hours later people started stirring. It was still
overcast to the point where one could not guess the time of
day just from the light. Nobody cared. We'd been up all night
and needed a meal. Any meal. Breakfast, lunch, just get us
some food.
We trooped off to the Waffle House down the street. Most of
us chose breakfast dishes, without regard to what time of
day it was. It just seemed appropriate.
As we were noshing on bacon, waffles, and whatnot ...
Remember how the day had started with a whimper, not a bang?
Well, it ended the same way. We had just gotten up and made
our way to the breakfast table and it turned dark. Just like
that. New Year's Day was over and I had not started my second
cup of coffee.
True story.
Happy New Year!
Suggested reading:
My First Time at Greenfield
In which I find a new home. Metaphorically speaking.
I Can Quit Whenever I Want To
In which I kick the coffee habit. Until about lunch time.
Full Moon Over Peterborough
In which Bob shows the dancers what he's made of.
Perhaps Samuel Butler was right
In which I learn that "on the job training" is not always the best choice.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen... Grab yer partners!
Caller Bernie Chalk came not to bury Caesar but to do-si-do with him.
Some experience required.
You never forget your first time.
Time Travel!
Return to those days of yesteryear
The $20 Fiddle Tune
We're not in it for the money, but neither do we turn it down.
Is That Guy Okay?
A case of mistaken identity.
Every Fiddle Has a Story...
... but they can't talk.
Mmm, Ham...
In which Pete and I rely on the kindness of strangers.
Not Sure Who Won But I Can Tell You Who Lost
In which I wind up with farm fresh historically accurate Colonial-era egg on my face.
Happy New Year
In which the New Year creeps in on little cat feet.