Hey, baby

I'd say the best one came from Tupelo, Mississippi...

A pretty good town

Nashville's where you go, the man said, to see if what is said is so.

We walked her streets and from the saloon doors we could hear pickers singin' what hearts they had left out at eleven o'clock in the morning.

We acquired some guitar picks of our own from the old Texas Troubador.

We felt some ghosts in Nashville and we said so long so soon.

Ode to Waffle House

Oh, Waffle House, King of road breakfasts. How I love your dirty highchairs and even dirtier bathrooms.


Perhaps, you would like to peruse the menu - I'm slobbering even thinking about those biscuits 'n gravy.


Argh, never mind, I'll just eat the menu instead.

Gettin' clean

Living on the road, my friend, was gonna make you hard and lean. Sometimes, to get a warshin', ya gotta do like ya gotta.