Wednesday, April 2, 2008
The shower felt great. As I peeled the winter skin from my back in one long continuous shell I thought back over my recently ended Florida spring break. I’ve been thinking that I’m getting old, but maybe not that old. First stop on the way there was Graceland. Everyone rolls out of road trip coma and stumbles into the closest bar. It was our lucky day! Honest Abe was in the blessed place, sipping on pale ale and eyeing the ladies. Lucky for him, he was immediately propositioned by the co-driver who was disappointed to discover that Abe is now a paid city employee who wanders local bars blowing the minds of similarly wasted spring breakers and shotgun fiancés. Several hours later, we were back on the road again. No more stops.