Bitterman has left the building...

... you ever have one of those mornings when your body is screaming surrender?.. when all you really want to do is sleep till noon, but you know you've gotta get up?... well, that was me this morning... unfortunately, the Bitterman had to skedaddle back towards Corinth fairly early... so we both were up at the crack of dawn enjoying some nice Colombian roast, and great conversation before saying our goodbyes..

... I wish we'd have had more time to sit on the deck and drink beer.. I have a feeling that we had only begun to scratch the surface of our story mother-lodes.... still, we managed to enjoy a fine meeting of the Social Club last night... the Bitterman hung tight with the usual gang, and gave as much abuse as he took... I was impressed... he's a welcome visitor to my home any time...

... I had an appointment in Knoxville this morning too.. so after I bid Bitterman a bon voyage, I climbed into my own buggy and blasted off... opposite directions on I-75... strange how that happens... all in all, though, it was a great treat to meet another fine Son of Mississippi...

... early on, Sandy called and wished us luck from the Dirty Ashtray.. for some reason, I think she figured the night might end in bloodshed... (Sandy, your vote of confidence is overwhelming.. heh heh... Rhett Butler, indeed)... she spoke to us for a few minutes and said that she was performing some kind of ancient Germanic beer-drinking ceremony to ensure we would have a fine time.... well, thanks for the call all the way from Germany, doll... your juju worked a charm here in Tennessee... it really did...

.. anyway, I'm back home now... and I'm going to take a nap...