Sonic Wood played The Little Grill last night, a hopping Manhattan restaurant/bar that serves Jamaican jerk grilled food. They have music almost nightly, so it's considered "the place to be seen/heard". We were on the patio, which was nice, but as it got dark, the bugs were attracted to the lights and we were bombarded! Trying to stay focused while a skeeter is biting you, and a June bug has landed on your head, took an awful lot of concentration. Finally, during a break, we discoved a can of OFF and hosed down with it. Much better. We got a standing ovation for "Fire on the Mountain" and an encore. It was a really good night, we made some new fans (affectionately called "knot-heads"). The little dude singing is Dale's grandson Griffin, a future honky tonker and current "splinter" (little fan, not quite a knot-head yet). The kid has guts and can sing too.
Gene is officially retired now and loving the fact that he doesn't really have to do anything...except his chores and "honey-dos", but that doesn't count. Now he's thinking he needs to ride the Continental Divide, on horseback. There's a trip I may not be taking...you know that goes from Mexico to Canada?!
Love to you all and hope you have a leisurely holiday weekend.
Joan
