Hey gang! Sorry to stick bbc with all the drink and food duties, but I am just screwing down the last of the planks on the new outdoor deck. We will have a wet bar AND a cappucino bar under the awning out there. I could hear somebody playing Abilene- man that one is one of my favorites, along with Goodnight Irene. I remember driving through Kansas one May night, and stopping for gas at about 2:30 am. I was singing Goodnight Irene to keep myself awake, and when I pulled up to the pump I was still singing it. The attendant filled the tank, then stepped up to the driver window and sang harmony on a verse. Sounded so good we sang another one.

Seems like everytime we change threads, we pick up a new hero of the Beat Generation. Now Cassady and Kerouac are sharing their booth with Ginsburg and Kesey. No you can't see em, but nevertheless they are there. They become quite visible on full moon nights about closing time, but if you listen closely you can hear Kerouac's non-stop patter, Cassady's laugh, Ginsburg spouting esoteric imagery, and Kesey ordering more of the blue onion rings (yeah, I know they aren't blue- you try telling him!).Kind of an undercurrent to the usual din of conversation in here. Yes, it's the booth directly below the bay window with the Mudcat Tavern lettering. PJ doesn't realize it, but she's actually sitting on Cassady's lap right now. I try to steer people away from sitting in that booth, because all kinds of weird things happen, like when Kesey slipped LSD in that CPA's Sprite.

" Happy Trails to you... "