I found a room about two miles away in a cluster of motels. I've personally had good luck with Knights Inns in the recent past so that's what I picked here. Good luck again. Besides a clean reasonably priced room with wi-fi (although I'm actually using the stronger signal from the Holiday Inn next door), a sign for a promising BBQ restaurant could be seen from my window. Here's hoping that people don't get the same treatment in human heaven that pigs get in Hog Heaven but the ribs were quite tasty.

I ordered a $1.65 Genesee draft in one of those Mason jar shaped mugs but soon remembered why I don't look for Genesee signs when beer hunting. Shortly after the band started I switched to Killians, moved closer to the "stage", and immediately knocked over the owner's drink. Sandra, the owner, said I'd caught her on a good night but I think that "nice" is probably full time. Instead of kicking me out of her bar she complimented me on saving half of the drink.

This was possibly the perfect place to see the Patrick Sweany Band. Patrick's played there a bunch and knows the building and the audience and the audience knows and likes him. It's small - five six-seat tables, the bar, a few odd chairs, and a covered pool table to lean on - with low ceilings and restrooms that you walk by the band to get to. This is the kind of place that Patrick's style of music was born in. Paul, one of the patrons I got to talk with a bit, told me that Patrick's solo acoustic shows are just as good (I was already fairly confident of that.) and that the real treat is when he's accompanied by his dad on wash tub bass. I asked Patrick if that would be happening any time soon and he said it was pretty likely and to just keep an eye on the website. I may have to return when that happens.

Incidentally, it may have been new drummer Nick's first time at Rascal's and only his seventh outing with the band but it sure wasn't noticeable. Like his predecessor, he plays a stripped to the basics kit and seems to fit PSB like a glove.