If you answered, "those markers show the locations of Saturday's Widespread Panic / Allman Brother's concert, the gun show at the Birmingham civic center that same day, the Sheraton Hotel bar where you plan to watch the Georgia game and the SEC's headquarters building across the street," you are correct.
Recipe for disaster.
Update from Joe:"Why wouldn't you watch the game at SEC Headquarters? Seriously, what happens at SEC Headquarters on a game day?"
There's something that's just so right about calling the NYC chapter of the Georgia Alumni Association to get pictures of The Goal Line Stalker selling cupcakes on 46th Street, and having them arrive within the hour.
Many thanks to Association President Sara Simmons and NYC Bulldog Kerri Waggoner. All images provided by Ms. Waggoner. And thanks to Georgia Sports Blog for the heads up.
That's 100 kinds of awesome. Note the reflection of "Broadway" in the bus window.
The cupcakes in question. Unconfirmed reports have them "slightly overcooked, but worth it for charity (and Herschel)."
Ivanka Trump: Clearly in love. And possibly thinking "Georgia really could have used you at linebacker against Alabama."
The guy in that first picture sells bona fide antiques out of a junk pile on Highway 5 in New York State. We talked for a little while and he said the world has changed. I said: You ain't kidding, mister.
- Kid at the gas station, when I asked him, "What's the deal with the Laurel and Hardy Museum in Harlem?" ... Oliver Norvell Hardy was born in Georgia. His father died the year he was born, and is buried in Harlem Cemetery not far west of Augusta. Hardy's mother managed the Baldwin Hotel in Milledgeville after the family moved from Harlem, and Hardy later managed Milledgeville's first movie theater.
I went to the museum while it was closed. So you know I'm recommending it. I think the sign said Open Tuesday through Saturday.
Harlem High School teams are the Bulldogs, by the way. 2008 Baseball Regional Champs. Perhaps that bodes well.
I wish I could remember, verbatim, something Vonnegut said about Laurel and Hardy. Something about them being so sweet, that they could easily be killed in the situations they got into.
It may have been in Slapstick, where he's quoted as saying this:
The fundamental joke with Laurel and Hardy, it seems to me, was that they did their best with every test. They never failed to bargain in good faith with their destinies...
I don't consider Bob Hope a humorist, really. He's a comedian. It's very thin stuff; nothing troubling is mentioned. I used to laugh my head off at Laurel and Hardy and could still do it now. And there's terrible tragedy there somehow, as these people are too sweet to survive in this world and they are in terrible danger all the time. They could be so easily killed.
A week ago I was on a beach in northern Australia. I spent yesterday trying to figure out whether the city of Macon can get out of a multi-million-dollar deal to build a convention center hotel.
Where's a good lawyer when you need one?
Eight minutes of video from my trip. The song is Chest Fever, originally by The Band, done here by Widespread Panic.
I fly home tomorrow, which is Sunday, and arrive in Los Angeles 7 hours before I leave Brisbane.
Something tells me I'll be up to solving all the world's problems come Monday.
The picture below is the southern cross, which I'm sure can be looked up on Wikipedia, probably under Crosby, Stills and Nash. It's on the Aussie flag, in fact.
I took the picture from a horse ranch outside of Sydney. Many more pictures and movies to come... eventually.
If any of my new Aussie or traveling friends (who of course I've plied mercilessly with this blog address) are reading: I've had a wonderful time and thank you for your hospitality and company.
