The Bass Geek

We got my mom moved in and took in as much as possible.  Beale St. is still Disney, but we managed to grab some good food and took in the Stax museum again - they had a good exhibit from Otis Redding’s personal records on a limited run.  It was also a delight to see the basses used to record “Soul Finger” and some of the Booker T. and the MGs songs.

We also took in a night of boxing that turned out not to be professional, but a fraternity’s charity event.  Suffice it to say that we saw maybe one real boxer out of the night, and a lot of really ineffective swinging.  Such is life.

I also noted an inordinate amount of truckers sporting signs about remaining strong and attentive 24/7/365 and never giving “aid and comfort to the enemy.”  I was unaware that these brave drivers manned a combat zone fraught with such danger and peril that their constant vigilance was required.  I have visions of the borders being lined with semis blasting Toby Keith in unison, guarding our livelihoods with a combination of brute force and nausea.  Yes, it scare me a bit.

Now I’m home, gazing at the unwatched episode of Battlestar Galactica on the DVR and waiting for my wife to get home to remedy that situation.