I passed a little time back at the motel before heading toward Bowling Green.
I chose US-31W where local traffic, while sparse, encouraged a moderate pace.
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In Park City, I dropped in on Belle's Tavern to see if I could spot any changes.
There is a new covered picnic area in an adjacent park but I detected no
dramatic changes in the tavern. That doesn't mean there were no changes
at all. I'm sure the old building continues to deteriorate.
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Same with the Modern Cabins at Horseshoe camp. They, too, are returning
to nature but are doing it slowly. From near the cabins, the 'O' and 'T'
that I assume were once part of a highly visible "HOTEL" can just
barely be seen through the trees. They are no longer visible at all from the road.
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At the museum, I found a car from Utah with a Route
66 sticker and a strangely modified '54 that I know I've seen somewhere before.
And another KSP cruiser, was on display. The Louisville group that I met
at the Wigwams told me that they had been escorted all the way by two -- one red, one
yellow -- KSP Corvettes. This could be one of those.
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I had timed my return to the museum to coincide with a gathering of Caravan
Chat Group members that Larry Courtney had arranged. In the nick of time,
I learned that the gathering was not at the museum but at the convention center.
So away I went. Larry's done a goodly
amount of road tripping including Route 66. He and Ray Ehly, Jr., met at the
Holbrook Wigwam Village in 2004 by pure coincidence.
Larry and I have exchanged plenty of emails but this is our first meeting.
The gathering was small but mighty.
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When I believed that the Chat Group thing was at the museum, I thought I'd
wander over to the official ribbon cutting (for the new section that's been
packed all weekend) afterwards. Then, maybe a run to Nashville. It's hard
for me to get this close with free time and not drop in on Music City.
Returning to the museum for the ceremony wasn't realistic so I just headed down I-65.
My first stop was at The Stage when an almost all girl band was playing. When
they wrapped up their set, I checked out a 40% girl band at The Crossroads.
And there was this all girl neon sign that I don't recall seeing before.
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This no girl band at Robert's Western World was my (almost) new discovery
of the night. The Don Kelley Band is pretty much on the rock & roll
side of country and they are good. The guitarist is twenty-four. The bass
player's a bit older and was introduced as having played with Dottie West,
Johnny Cash, and a truck load of other people. I ended up buying a CD; Primarily
because of the kid on guitar. Music's a tough business and Nashville's a
tough town but I wouldn't be surprised to hear more of JD Simo down the line.
Phenomenal!
My Mattec coworkers might be interested in knowing that JD's Telecaster
has an Amalfitano pickup from Dallas, Texas. He swears
by 'em.
This was merely an almost new discovery because one band member
wasn't entirely new to me. I kind of thought the drummer looked familiar but
thought I might have seen him around Nashville before or that maybe he
just looked like somebody else. This morning (I'm writing this on Saturday.)
when I saw the CD in the light of day, I realized that the drummer was
former Cincinnatian Artie Alinikoff. Here's a picture
of Artie from last night and here's
a picture from last year when he was a substitute Lemon Piper at Cincinnati's
Summer of Love Reunion II. Sorry I missed a chance to say hi.
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I was lucky enough to again find Jypsi at the Bluegrass Inn. But once again
the three sister's brother was absent. This time he was sick, In 2007 I believe
he was out of town. Tonight's sub is the blonde's husband and I believe
that's probably who I saw last time, too.
Here's a picture of their very good back line.
I believe the gal on mandolin has upped her game in the last two years.
Her low hanging instrument and sometimes slashing style of play, caused
the phrase mandolin slinger to form in my head. I don't even know if there
are other mandolin slingers but, if there are, I bet they don't look like
Betty Paige.
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Of course, I couldn't ignore Tootsie's. I briefly checked out both the
downstairs and upstairs bands before slipping out the backdoor and heading
north.
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