We left Lincolnton Georgia Saturday evening and drove up to Hendersonville, NC, where we spent the rather short night. I didn’t think much on that drive, but I did gather my thoughts and jot down a few of them as Papa drove us back to Michigan Sunday. I actually did quite a bit of driving this time, so he could get some rest.
So, here’s what I was thinking on Sunday:
- 206 Mitchell Dr., Hendersonville NC and 206 Mitchell View Dr., Hendersonville NC, ARE NOT the same places, even thought it is possible to get a map to the second place when trying to get one to the first.
- Fallen rocks do not concern me nearly as much a falling rocks. On I-40 between Asheville and Knoxville we saw one fallen rock that had crushed a concrete barrier. That’s enough of that.
- Red clay dirt makes red clay dust. It’s not like the Northwestern Michigan sandy dust, nor is it like the Southeastern Michigan muddy, swampy dust.
- Things aren’t like you expect. I saw iris and tulips blooming at the same time near Hendersonville. Around here, I’ve only seen a neat, clean progression: crocus, daffodil, tulip, iris.
- Nothing is like the mountains. I’ve seen a lot of different ones, out west, in Canada, in Mexico, in the Northeast and in the South. You feel different when you look at mountains that when you look across a Midwestern corn or wheat field.
- Barry Scott can sing, and write songs.
- Jamie Dailey can sing, and write songs.
- Darrin Vincent has harmony singing figured out at some level I’ve never seen on stage previously. Well, maybe Sonny Osborne had it down as well.
- The Grascals are a great group. Talented, hard-working all the good stuff. They did two great shows at Lincolnton. I wish Jimmy had been with them. Nothing against the very talented player that was, I just wish…