To start with, there I was walkin' down the street and I saw a guy who looked like Ricky Skaggs, only thinner and older. What do you know - it was Ricky Skaggs.
Then I saw the sign at the concert hall:
That pretty much tells the whole story.
This sign left me puzzled - what an odd list of prohibited things - rickshaws and drones? Where was I, in Mos Eisley or something? Sure, the place is crawling with lawyers, politicians and other wretched scum, but come on!
Here is a sign you don't see every day:
I can't even...
This is the street scene:
That's the capitol building in the distance.
Downtown has changed over the years - this is one of those sky scrapers filled with luxury condos that seem so popular these days.
This is the view from the parking deck - you can see why the folks who live here are called flatlanders.
This is my favorite view of the big city:
Raleigh in my rear view mirror. Buh bye.
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Why is there a naked woman in your departure pic?
If that's your kidnapping victim just forget I asked.
*goes back to check picture* - Nope, made a clean getaway.
She's horizontal (of course) facing the camera with the top of her head dead center vertically in the mirror and just touching the right hand edge of the mirror. And there's a nekkid titty with a nipple which is something I can spot from a mile away. It looks like she may be in a nicely made light colored wooden box - ash or birch with a tung oil polish.
We're all cool here so its OK.
Bro's before Ho's.
Ricky Skaggs is a dead ringer for Robert Bly, not that I trust either one with their glossy white mains.
I can spot a Japanese plate under a load of aigs and rye, but was seeing through the glass darkly when it came to the rear view. Rabel wins the NekkidTeez from a Mile Away Award.
Trips like that fit in the "It's good to go, and good to come back home again" category.
Thanks for posting Sixty.
A trip to the big city is exciting. Seriously, was that really Skaggs? I saw him back in 2007 in Williamsburg, VA at the 400th anniversary of Jamestown. What a talented guy. That's the best version of that song I've heard.
That is really Ricky Skaggs - and you are correct, he is hugely talented. Remarkable musician and singer. I was approaching the indoor concert venue and from a distance thought "That looks like Ricky Skaggs", then when I got within cellphone camera range I realized it really was him. I have no idea who the guy in the background is, but right next to where I was standing to take that picture was a security guy. Kind of a useless looking security guy, but I got the message - this close and no closer lest you get tased. So I took the picture of the musician talking on the phone and respectfully took my leave. I can't even imagine what a bother it must be to become so famous that even superannuated recluses from the woods recognize you, but I did not want to contribute to his angst.
You are welcome Lem, and you are correct, MamaM - it is always good to come back home again.
And ricpic - I looked up Robert Bly - amazing how quickly I forgot about him - he is still alive, at 91, one of those long-lived Minnesota Norskis and I guess I so internalized his message I hadn't even given him a thought in 25 years. Rr Rr Rr!
Thank you. That was interesting.
I could see a series of these type posts, in the same vein as the Ernest Goes to flicks.
Ricky Skaggs and Bruce Hornsby covering Rick James' Super Freak.
He certainly has slimmed down. What bowls are popular these days?
Windbag, that is simply wrong.
Deborah, I saw them do it live and just about pissed myself laughing.
"....their glossy white mains."
Another embarrassment by yours truly. A man's head of hair is his mane not his main.
If you catch it yourself it is not a typo. Them there's the rules, and by golly aroun' hyeah we follers da roolz.
Windbag, that is just wrong. Thanks for posting it.
Poplar bowls are always popular.
For realz? I should go to your flickr and look at some of them.
Windbag, for some reason, as it started, I was reminded of The Streak. Lookit that, lookit that.
I was quoting from that timeless classic just this morning, deborah, too late, she got a free shot!
It's deja Jung all over again.
I was going to go for a Jung pun while commenting on Bly, but that would have been too archetypal.
Just looked at he Bly entry. Wow, so many jumping-off points. Excuse me while I go read some of his poetry. I trust he's no trust he's no Rod McKuen.
Okay, no.
"Things to Think"
Think in ways you've never thought before.
If the phone rings, think of it as carrying a message
Larger than anything you've ever heard,
Vaster than a hundred lines of Yeats.
Think that someone may bring a bear to your door,
Maybe wounded and deranged; or think that a moose
Has risen out of the lake, and he's carrying on his antlers
A child of your own whom you've never seen.
When someone knocks on the door, think that he's about
To give you something large: tell you you're forgiven,
Or that it's not necessary to work all the time, or that it's
Been decided that if you lie down no one will die.
"One Source of Bad Information"
There's a boy in you about three
years old who hasn't learned a thing for thirty
Thousand years. Sometime it's a girl.
This child had to make up its mind
How to save you from death. He said things like:
``Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.''
You live with this child, but you don't know it.
You're in the office, yes, but live with this boy
At night. He's uninformed, but he does want
To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy
You survived a lot. He's got six big ideas.
Five don't work. Right now he's repeating them to you."
Any favorites out there?
One of my sons captioned the first picture as "Hi Willie, this is Ricky, can I join your country and western band? I'm sick of this bluegrass nonsense..."
I guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree.
I'm not sure Ricky and Willie would get along on a personal level.
So. Richard Shaw, Scooter Libby and mindless workers are not allowed in.
Well played, ampersand, well played!
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