Victor Wooten and Conni Ellisor are featured in this year’s version of American Masterworks at the Nashville Symphony. Members of the press were treated this morning to a preview that left them wanting more. Performances are scheduled for September 18, 19, & 20.
Lucas and Ray Wylie Hubbard, at 3rd and Lindsley, about three weeks ago.
The garden didn’t do that well this summer but every day breakfast is an exotic treat.
It was early but the parking lot was filled with cars. I headed on to the alley but was promptly stopped by a hand signal to back up from a gentleman in a wheelchair. I put the car in reverse and he kept motioning me further and further back. For a moment I considered the possibility that he was delusional and that I had by virtue of my caffeine addiction played right into his daily traffic cop routine here in the alley behind the Vanderbilt Starbucks. But then the magic happened. Just as I cleared a massive SUV on my left, its backup lights flashed on. This stranger in the alley had handed me a parking space. Free of charge. I pulled into the spot with glee and when I exited the car I yelled over to him:
“Looks like I might owe you a cup of coffee.”
And you know what he said?
I couldn’t help but laugh, “Caramel Frappuccino?” I yelled through the lot, “that’s your poison?”
When I brought it to him he blessed me and said his name was Jacob. “Like Jacob’s Ladder,” he said. “Easy to remember that way.”
I asked him what his job was and he told me he was the “Parking lot Sheriff.” I asked him if he ever ran people out of the lot for parking where they didn’t belong. He said he couldn’t run them out but that he does make sure they understand about that “$200 tow truck” that would be on it’s way, just minutes after they lock their car door. “This is Vanderbilt” he said, “they ain’t playin’ around.”
Hope everyone is having a wonderful Sunday.
A few more pics from Tomato Art Fest yesterday.
This is a fantastic story from beginning to end. Todd Snider w/ Jerry Jeff Walker, Jason Isbell, Amanda Shires - “Mr. Boj…
in Madison. You’re the sixth person in a line of nine. The front doors roll open automatically just as a guy walks by yelling into his phone. He stops in front of the open doors because apparently he can’t yell and walk at the same time. And loud enough for everyone in line to hear he says: "Alls I gotta’ do Lisa is get out of the state of Tennessee. Ain’t nobody comin’ after me once I’m gone. I guaran-goddamn-tee it!"