Oops, it’s today that’s Ground Hogs Day! I’ve lost all concept of time. I have no idea what day of the week it is. The only thing I know is by the end of this tour we’ll have collected enough hotel key cards to play Gin Rummy!
Before leaving for North Platte, we ate at an amazing place for lunch today. It’s called Taste Of Texas BBQ, in McCook, NE. There was good old-fashioned country music playing, (I actually liked it), and rancher-type folks wearing cowboy hats chowin’ down on what looked like enormous plates of food. It smelled good. This was no chain fast food restaurant. We ordered pork ribs, pulled pork, and barbequed beef.
Thankfully, the food arrived quickly. As we bit into our juicy, messy ribs, our eyes rolled back in our heads. Frank said,” Sally, don’t wipe your face, ‘cause I wanna lick it!”
This was by far the best meal we’ve had on the trip so.
I was looking around at the authentic Western décor, including stuffed mallard ducks in a display case and cowboy boots stuffed with silk flowers.
Frank cleaned his plate saying to the waitress that it’s the best barbeque he’s ever had. Frank, being from Southern Indiana, belongs to the Church of Barbeque. At his request, she was nice enough to reveal their cooking methods. I was trying hard to finish mine, but all I could keep going on was the baked potato. It wasn’t just any baked potato; it may have been the best in my whole life! Loaded with butter, sour cream, and real bacon bits, I discussed this nostalgic, homemade taste with Frank. I couldn’t believe it. I was weeping! We probably disrupted that place with our uncontrollable laughter. The waitress gave us two souvenir coffee mugs and sent us on our way with the best coffee of the trip so far.
This must be Baldwin country. Tonight I played on still another nine-footer. This Baldwin was older, and very bright sounding. It was a rock ‘n roll piano! Although hard to play subtly, it had a big, growly bass. This was our second night without the drum tracks. Except for a few technical difficulties with our sound people, the concert went really well.
There’s a kind of a phenomenon starting to go on here: the audience’s just keep getting more and more excited about what we’re doing. People ask me if I ever get tired. Because every night I play like there is no tomorrow, the only fatigue I sometimes feel is emotional. Frank keeps me straight, and I lean on him sometimes.
It’s beddy-bye time at the Ramada Inn. Dark blue walls tonight. Zzzzzzzzz
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