I again took the back roads to Nashville, but I made it, safe and sound around 8:30 p.m. The room has good WiFi, but rather than post, I went out, but not before running the recovery software again, and shrinking files for posting.
Cincinatti
The hotel is a 3 mile walk from downtown, and it was supposed to rain, but I figured, WTH? I met two fellows (Jim and Hank) from a oil and gas equipment company and we went for drinks at apparently the best Italian restaurant in Nashville. I was told that if I wanted to go for dinner, I'd better arrange a loan first. I decided to splurge on a double Woodford bourbon on the rocks; they ended up buying (plus two more...).
We had a large number of laughs (no pics allowed - there was a table surrounded by some very large, very well dressed and very, very blinged gentlemen smoking big, expensive cigars), and there was a bit of tension over the debacle in Massachussetts, but we parted as friends.
I may have to go to New Orleans in April to meet a bartender named "Rock 'n Roll" and his girlfriend "Baby, baby". Jim is from Louisiana and has a floating "barge" (as Hank calls it) down on the bayou.
So after another long walk, I wandered in and out of a couple of bars. The first was "Jacks" It was dead (Tuesday night), but the band was pretty darn good, at least for a cover band.
I ended up at Legends (just up the block) where what appeared to be a country band playing, but it turned out they were considerably more versatile than first thought. They had a gal on fiddle, and a guy from England on guitar. Turns out she's from West Virginia, and not plays not only country, but is classically trained, and has an instrumental album of songs she wrote and co-produced. It is simply stunning. I am pretty sure you'll hear more of Renae Truex.
See next post...
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