Monday, February 20, 2012

Happy Mardi Gras!!

May the God of All be merciful on you and yours on this culmination of Celebrations known as Mardi Gras. 

Furthermore, may your Lent be especially pentitive!!

Monday, December 05, 2011

WOW.....



USM WINS CONFERENCE CHAMPIONSHIP!!

Absolutely amazing.....USM beats undefeated Houston (ranked #6) 49 - 28 in the Conference USA Championship.

Now most of you know that I don't give a rat's ass about football these days - just grew out of it, I guess. Or maybe I just got too used to living with the mediocre football we've been playing since the "hay-day" when I was in school from 1979-1983.

But the football team we had this year was simply amazing in so many respects.

The one respect that we were not amazing in was the one that counts....how in the HELL DO WE LOSE TO MARSHALL AND UAB with a team that could do what it did this past weekend?

I know it's a long season and it's hard to get up for each game.....and I'll even forgive the Marshall defeat since it was only the second game and was truly before we hit our stride and we all realized that we have something special this year.

But the UAB loss quite frankly just puzzles me. They should not have even been on the field with us and we got beat in every facet of the game. Then we come back the next week and destroy poor, hapless Memphis.

I can truly say that I did not expect to win against Houston. The same Houston that was averaging almost 53 points a game. The Houston that was going to pull our shittly little conference out of the bottom and get us some decent press for the first time in a LONG TIME.

And yet there we were, not only winning......but kicking their ass!!

WOW.

It was truly remarkable.

And I'm very sad that we don't get to go play in the Liberty Bowl this year. It's a shame that the Liberty Bowl will take the 9th place SEC team instead of the conference champion that is ranked.

But that's the problem with being a Mickey Mouse school in a Mickey Mouse conference.

None-the-less I am very proud of our football team and I certainly hope they have a great time in Hawaii at the Aloha Bowl. Them and the 200 or so USM fans that will surely make the trip!!

Aloha.....

Friday, December 02, 2011

Anybody Out There......

December 2011.......already.

Wow.

What once was a very prolific outlet for my psychic (or psychotic!) energy has become almost an after-thought!

What once allowed me to empty my soul has been taken over by facebook, twitter, etc.

What a long strange trip it's been these past few years.

The economy still in shambles. The death bell tolling on our civilization?

Who knows.

What I do know is that at some point in the future, it surely will be fun to look back on this and see what I thought "back in the day"!!

So remind me to post something once a month or so!!!

Peace.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Keith "Tex" Kennedy - Hall of Famer!!



September 16, 2011………..a day that will live in infamy! (or at least a day that I will remember for the rest of my life.)

That was the day that I, Keith Kennedy, Old Guy, Swimmer, was inducted into the USM Sports Hall of Fame.

It was quite a surreal moment for me.

Yes, I was a great swimmer………but that was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away!!

And honestly, I used to “define” myself by my swimming………that’s what I was – A SWIMMER – and that is what I thought of myself as. But it’s been 10 years since I was in the water and competed. So those type thoughts are no longer part of my lexicon.

My induction class was quite illustrious:

Myself – Swimming 1980 - 1984
Angela Atterberry (Jackson) – Basketball 1997-2000
Darrin Chancellor – Basketball – 1987-1991
Joe Dawson – Basketball – 1978-1982
Chris Logan – Baseball – 1990-1994
Todd Pinkston – Football – 1996 – 1999 (All Pro – Philadelphia Eagles)
Patrick Surtain – Football 1994 – 1997 (All Pro – Miami Dolphins)
Adalius Thomas – Football 1996 – 1999 (All Pro – Baltimore Ravens/New England Patiriots)
Jerry Taylor – Football 1954 – 1956 (Alumni Committee Inductee)

The induction ceremony was quite fun!! I had 57 people come for me which I was told was the largest crowd ever for a single athlete. I would say something like I’m special and have a lot of friends………but the truth is, I’m special and have a lot of friends!! No, really, I communicate well and talked several of my friends into coming to a very large party and because it was a great party………….and so they came!!

It was quite an honor to be inducted – and as I said earlier, it was a bit surreal for me. Especially since there were so many famous professional football players going into the Hall in my class. It was quite a pleasure meeting them.

My most favorite part of it was the pride I saw on my children’s faces and in their actions. My son was actually quite giddy about the whole thing and not only made several posts about it on facebook, he ran around with his camera and his beautiful girlfriend and got his picture made with all those All Pro NFL players as if he were 12 years old. And I thought that was precious!!

My athletic accomplishments were obviously long before my children were born and therefore they really had no inkling of my achievements…………..but due to this ceremony and the very nice things that were said about me at the induction ceremony, they got a glimpse of it. And for that, I am extremely gratified and a bit prideful.

But don’t worry……………I am certainly very careful with the pride thing because it is absolutely one of the seven deadly sins!!

I went up in the third position due to the alphabetical nature of the induction and from the response of the crowd, I was the hit of the show. I say that because my sense of humor is such that the softball questions that my friend John Cox, the MC of the event, asked me afforded me the opportunity to use my wit to my advantage.

Plus the fact that I love public speaking…………….It has been said that Keith Kennedy with a microphone and a crowd is a very dangerous thing!!

All in all, it was quite an honor and I have a very thankful heart that I was able to share this experience with so many of my close friends.

And in addition to all that, I was dressed to the 9’s including my size 15 gangster shoes which are pictured lovingly above!!

So my thanks to all who came and especially all who voted – you all made this old man very happy!!

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

25 Things I Learned In The South......

1. A possum is a flat animal that sleeps in the middle of the road.

2. There are 5,000 types of snakes and 4,998 of them live in the South.

3. There are 10,000 types of spiders. All 10,000 of them live in the South, plus a couple no one's seen before.

4. If it grows, it'll stick ya. If it crawls, it'll bite cha.

5. Onced and Twiced are words.

6. It is not a shopping cart, it is a buggy!

7. Jawl-P? means, Did you all go to the bathroom?

8. People actually grow,eat and like okra.

9. Fixinto is one word. It means I'm going to do that.

10. There is no such thing as lunch. There is only dinner and then there's supper.

11. Iced tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it when you're two.

12. We do like a little tea with our sugar. It is referred to as the Wine of the South.

13. Backwards and forwards means I know everything about you.

14. The word jeet is actually a question meaning, 'Did you eat?'

15. You don't have to wear a watch, because it doesn't matter what time it is, you work until you're done or it's too dark to see.

16. You don't PUSH buttons, you MASH em.

17. Ya'll is singular.

18. All ya'll is plural.

19. All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, grain, insect, or animal.

20. You carry jumper cables in your car - for your OWN car.

21. You only own five spices: salt, pepper, mustard, Tabasco and ketchup.

22. The local papers cover national and international news on one page, but require 6 pages for local high school sports, the motor sports, and gossip.

23. You think that the first day of deer season is a national holiday.

24. You know what a hissy fit is.

25. Fried catfish is the other white meat.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Why Guitars??

I doubt anyone reads this anymore but I'll give it a whack........

I've been asked by many..........and more importantly by my wife...........why the hell are you building guitars?

I've thought a lot about that.

The quick answer is that I want too!

But beyond that, it's a desire to do something with my hands. It's a deep desire to be artistic because besides cooking amazing food (if I say so myself!) I've never really done anything "artistic" before.

Music is my first love and I've thought a lot about music in my life.

So I really decided to look academically at it and here is what I came up with:

"Imprinting" is a psychological term first introduced in the '30s by the noted German animal behavior specialist Konrad Lorenz. He found that in newly hatched geese, the first moving object that they saw was "imprinted" as a mother image. Normally this would be a mother goose.

If, however, the first animal they saw in the first few hours of life was a person, they'd follow people and identify with people for the rest of their lives. Similar phenomena held true for other species. The concept is that there are formative stages in which a lasting imprint is made. Animals can learn at many stages in life, but this learned behavior differs from imprinting, which produces permanent patterns of preference.

We tend to become imprinted with the music that was popular when we were of dating age, from age 14 up through our early 20s. Then many tend to drop out of the music scene. They acquire an expensive wife, expensive children, an expensive house and car, upward mobility and lack of free time. They can re-enter the music scene in two phases of their life. One is where their upward mobility and their job has stabilized and they have money and leisure time to once again pursue their hobbies.

We're now seeing older musicians, baby boom folk players. That's the music they liked when they were growing up, and they're taking it back up with a vengeance now. This doesn't mean that they're taking it up in exactly the same format as when they were kids. They're older, more mature, more educated, and they have more money and more stability. They're able to buy more expensive instruments and stereo systems, and they're more sophisticated.

There is a second wave of older musicians about a decade behind the first. They are rockers - the people who listened to the folk in the early '60s and the Beatles and Rolling Stones in the mid- to late-'60s and then dropped out of the scene. I expect them to follow the same re-entry pattern as the folkies. These folks are a good example of musical imprinting and the first phase of re-entry into the music scene.

What happens to people when they retire? First, they all of a sudden have a lot of leisure time, and if they've provided well for themselves they have a goodly amount of money. So one of the first things they do is to start getting into their hobbies, which are often strongly influenced by their earlier imprinting, musical or otherwise.

If these hobbies have been neglected, then they have a sudden outburst of buying, taking music lessons and getting involved in these hobbies. Five to ten years after they retire, they become less acquisitive. They already have their collections. They no longer need student instruments. Then it gets to a point where they realize they're not getting any younger, and they're getting physically weaker, they can't get around as well, their children and grandchildren aren't interested in their instruments, they are either too feeble to participate or dead and buried.

We are now faced with an interesting phenomenon in the wealthy industrialized countries in which for the first time in human history the teenage population is outnumbered by the 65-and-over population, and in which the 40-year-old age bracket is the majority of the population. The birth rate is down and the death rate is down. People live longer and reproduce slower in the same countries where guitar sales are a strong factor. The youth-oriented market is no longer the biggest segment either in numbers or in buying power.

One of the things that we see today and in the foreseeable future is that often enough it will be the second and third phases (that is to say, older people) that will sustain music manufacturers and certainly the high-priced concert promoters through the long run.

These people re-entering the market will be the ones that buy instruments in the intermediate and professional grades, whereas young people usually buy beginner grade.

The bottom line is that there is a market for good (professional grade) guitars and there are not enough good guitars around.

Thus, I build guitars!

Professional Grade Guitars......WHITE LIGHTNIN' GUITARS!!

Peace

Thursday, June 23, 2011

too long.......

seems like posting to a blog got to be too much for me in my new busy environment.

I VOW TO DO BETTER!!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Guitar Man

Guitar Wood:



Bocote
Cordia Gerascanthus

Bocote has a Rosewood-like taptone and features an attractive, tobacco/reddish brown color with distinct, parallel black lines (it does not show the spider-webbing figure that our best grade Ziricote does).

It comes from the same family as Ziricote (Cordia) and is found in the same region (Central America to Northern Amazon).

Less brittle than Ziricote, it is a popular wood with wood turners and has had success as a guitar tonewood, though few builders have created stock models from it yet.



East Indian Rosewood/Palisander
Dalbergia latifolia

Although East Indian Rosewood had been used for guitar backs and sides for many decades, it came into common usage starting in the mid-1960s when the more well known Brazilian Rosewood became less available in the quantities needed for large scale guitar production. High quality Indian Rosewood logs were plentiful and commercially available to the major markets when the Brazilian government stopped the export of Brazilian Rosewood logs. Fortunately, Indian Rosewood was also found to be an excellent alternative to Brazilian Rosewood both visually and tonally.

The color ranges from red to light brown with golden streaks, but more often runs to various shades of purple-brown (which eventually oxidizes to a rich brown color).

The workability of Indian Rosewood is very good. It is slightly less dense, more evenly grained and more stable than Brazilian Rosewood.

It bends well by hand or machine. The vast majority of the higher quality steel string and classical guitars made over the last thirty years have been made in Indian Rosewood. Even many of the top classical guitar makers - Romanillos, Fleta, Friederich, Gilbert - prefer it to Brazilian Rosewood.



Padauk
Pterocarpus soyauxii

Padauk is a bright orange or almost crimson wood when freshly cut, but oxidizes to a darker, rich purple-brown over time - although it stays redder than Indian Rosewood.

Slightly harder and heavier than Indian Rosewood it is a good back and side wood in all respects - stable, easy to work, with a strong tone.

Noted luthier Dana Bourgeois (Bourgeois Guitars) has said that, “Padauk is the most promising replacement for generic Rosewood”.

It may be a little difficult to bend compared to the ease of bending of some of the more pliable woods.

The lumber is readily available in larger planks, so the sets are moderately priced and exhibit good, straight grain throughout most pieces.



Pau Ferro / Morado
Machaerium villosum

Also known as Caviuna, Bolivian Rosewood, or Palo Santos, this Rosewood-like wood has many names and is often imported interchangeably with other similar species.

In appearance it’s much like Indian Rosewood, but substitute browns, golds and yellows for the purple shades.

A nonporous wood, it is a dream to finish, and has a nice tap tone. It’s heavier than Indian and Brazilian Rosewood; and it machines and glues well.



Wenge
Millettia laurentii

Wenge is a large straight growing tree found from central through western Africa.
It is abundant and should be commercially available for years to come.

In 1983 this wood was first suggested to us as a guitar tonewood by maker Don Musser.

In recent years as the price of Indian Rosewood has increased, Wenge has become a more viable alternative body wood.
The grain of the Wenge sets is tight and straight across the entire width of backs and sides.

The color is chocolate brown with evenly spaced black veins.

This wood is heavier than either Indian or Brazilian Rosewood and is stiffer, but softer, with large pores.

Any binding/trim scheme contrasts well with the even, consistent color and grain of this wood.



Zebrawood
Microberlina Brazzavillensis

Zebrawood has a more boldly colored alternative to Indian Rosewood.

With about the same density, workability and resonance as Indian Rosewood, it is evenly striped overall with small alternating bands of gold-tan and dark brown.

SOOOOOOOOOO..........

By now, I'm sure you're wondering what all this wood is for. Or maybe not, maybe you've figured it all out by now.

My new thing for this year is guitars........I'm gonna help build them. Or at least give it a whack!!

My fraternity brother Mark Hodges has a big brother named Mike that can do anything - and some of his anything happens to be that he is a luthier.

Cool name for someone who repairs and builds guitars.

He's got the shop, the time, the energy and the talent.

So what am I bringing to the table you may ask?

I am bringing the stuff and the vision and the BUSINESS PLAN!!

Handmade guitars bring lots of money!!

So if you have an extra $3000 laying around, I will build you (or better said: I will get you one built and rub on it when he lets me)!

I have procured 6 sets of wood for 6 guitars. You may have notice the pictures of it above!

Shopping for this stuff has been so much fun for me because I have literally talked to folks all over the world, made some connections and formed some relationships.

Because of that, I have gotten the wood at a great price.

I have less money in the wood than I do in my last guitar so even if the two I've already presold fall through, I still get me a couple of great handmade guitars at a very small price.

Oh I love this stuff!!

I haven't decided which wood I'm going to choose for my first guitar but I'm leaning heavily towards the zebrawood because it's so cool!! And yes, those pictures above are of the actual wood I have - not shined up encyclopedia pictures!!

I'll post pictures as we go along this journey and let you know how it goes.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Magically Delicious


Yes......this is my most favorite St Patrick's Day Parade photo of all time!!


And since it's St. Patrick's Day, I thought I would add some true Irish wisdom to the ole blog and set some of you non-irish straight........

St. Patrick Was Irish

Not exactly. Although no one knows for certain where St. Patrick was born, based on his own account it was most likely in southwestern Britain. As a result, it's fairly common to find various pundits gleefully commenting on the "irony" that Ireland's patron saint was actually "English." The problem, of course, is that no one in the 5th century was what we would call "English." Rather, the people living in present-day England were Romanized Celts, or Britons. So Patrick is thus more accurately called a Celtic Briton, son of a low-level Roman official.

St. Patrick Was the First Christian Missionary to Ireland

Nope. Contrary to popular belief, St. Patrick was not the first Christian missionary in Ireland, though he was certainly the most successful. Some evidence exists of missionaries traveling through Ireland by the late fourth century A.D., but they seemed to have enjoyed little success. The best-known missionary before Patrick was Palladius, sent by Pope Celestine in 431 A.D. to minister to "the Irish who believe in Christ." Many scholars believe that at least some of the deeds and accomplishments later attributed to Patrick were more likely those of Palladius (some even contend that Patrick and Palladius were one in the same). There were others as well, Auxilius and Iserninus worked in the south of Ireland while Secondinas preached in the north and east.

St. Patrick Used the Shamrock to Teach about Christianity

One of the most enduring tales of St. Patrick is that he used the shamrock to explain the mystery of the Trinity (by comparing the three leaves with the Father, Son and Holy Spirit) to the pagan Celts of Ireland. The legend is unverifiable, since Patrick doesn't mention it in his writings. Some have suggested it derives from an earlier Celtic tradition of using the shamrock as a metaphor representing a "trust in your soul," "belief in your heart" and "faith in your mind." Some missionary, if not Patrick himself, very likely Christianized this concept. Few in Ireland seem troubled by these details and the shamrock remains the Irish national symbol.

St. Patrick Drove the Snakes out of Ireland

There's only one problem with this story: Ireland never had any snakes to drive away. Separated from England (where snakes of all sorts abound) and the Continent thousands of years ago, Ireland emerged from the Ice Age snake-free. If St. Patrick were alive today, of course, we could expect that his spokesperson would come forward to offer a slightly modified legend which stretched, but did not break, the limits of belief: "Since Patrick's arrival in Ireland, no snakes have been sighted."

The Annual St. Patrick's Day Parade is an Irish Tradition

Actually, the parade was invented in Manhattan. Of course, the practice of honoring St. Patrick on March 17, traditionally understood as the day of his death (c. 493) at Downpatrick in County Down, is a tradition that comes from old Ireland. For centuries the people of Ireland marked the day as a solemn religious event, perhaps wearing green, sporting a shamrock, and attending mass, but little more. Certainly there was no massive parade like the ones found in American cities like New York, Boston, and Chicago.

No one knows for sure when the first commemoration of St. Patrick's Day in America took place. One of the earliest references is to the establishment of the Charitable Irish Society, founded on St. Patrick's Day in Boston in 1737. Another early celebration took place in New York City in 1762, when an Irishman named John Marshall held a party in his house. Although little is known of Marshall's party, it is understood that his guests marched as a body to his house to mark St. Patrick's Day, thus forming an unofficial "parade." The first recorded true parade took place in 1766 in New York when local military units, including some Irish soldiers in the British army, marched at dawn from house to house of the leading Irish citizens of the city. With few exceptions, the parade in New York has been held every year since 1766. Thus was a tradition born--an American tradition only recently adopted in Ireland itself.

The Irish Invented the Urban Political Machine

The Irish in America certainly came to dominate urban political machines, but they didn't invent them. Native born Americans began to establish political machines in the early nineteenth century, long before the great waves of Irish immigrants arrived. Indeed New York's Tammany Hall, perhaps the most famous machine of all, was first established as a fraternal society in 1788 and was quite hostile to the foreign born. It was under the skillful leadership of Aaron Burr and later Martin Van Buren in the early 19th century that Tammany became a political organization that sought the favor of the poor, immigrant Irish. Irish domination of that machine didn't really materialize until the fall of William Tweed (himself Scottish Presbyterian) in the early 1870s and the emergence of "Honest" John Kelly as his successor. Still, it wasn't until 1880 that the first Irish Catholic mayor--William R. Grace--was elected.

Most Irish Americans Are Catholic

In several polls and surveys conducted in the 1970s and 1980s, researchers discovered what at first seemed an astonishing fact: a majority of Americans who identify themselves as Irish also identify themselves as Protestant. For a nation (and an ethnic group for that matter) that had grown so accustomed to conflating Irishness with Catholicism, this announcement was greeted with disbelief. Among some Irish Catholics, the reaction was anger.

The explanation for the find is actually quite simple. Ultimately, it is a question of timing, more than numbers. Huge numbers of Irish immigrants came to America in the colonial period (indeed, 30 percent of all immigrants from Europe arriving between 1700 and 1820 came from Ireland) and the great majority of them were Presbyterians from Ulster. Of the many thousands of Catholics who came in the 17th and 18th centuries, most appear to have converted to some form of Protestantism. The Protestant descendents of these early Irish arrivals have been multiplying ever since. In contrast, the great migration of Irish Catholics began only in the 1830s (during which time, of course, many Protestant Irish continued to come). A poll conducted by the National Opinion Research Center makes this point clear: in the 1970s, only 41% of Irish Catholics were fourth generation or more as compared to 83% of Irish Protestants.

AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, HERE ARE A FEW ODDS AND ENDS:

Leprechauns Are Cute Little Elves

Stop right there, turn around slowly, and DROP that picture in your mind of the little guy on the Lucky Charms cereal box. That jolly little imp, and his counterparts on greeting cards, pub signs, and your Aunt Margaret's stationery, bears almost no resemblance to the leprechauns of Irish mythology. To borrow a phrase from a long-dead philosopher writing about something entirely different, they were "nasty, brutish, and short." Leprechauns were grumpy, alcoholic, insufferable elves in the employ of Irish fairies. They made shoes for fairies (hence their depiction as cobblers) and guarded their treasure which to the leprechauns' eternal frustration was revealed occasionally to mortals by a rainbow. Somewhere in the course of the Irish American experience, the leprechaun took on the characteristics of the loveable, but ultimately contemptible, stage Irishman.

"Luck of the Irish" Refers to the Abundance of Good Fortune Long Enjoyed by the Irish

Really? What sort of luck is it that brings about 1,000 years of invasion, colonization, exploitation, starvation and mass emigration? In truth, this term has a happier, if not altogether positive, American origin. During the gold and silver rush years in the second half of the 19th century, a number of the most famous and successful miners were of Irish and Irish American birth. For example, James Fair, James Flood, William O'Brien and John Mackay were collectively known as the "Silver Kings" after they hit the famed Comstock Lode. Over time this association of the Irish with mining fortunes led to the expression "luck of the Irish." Of course, it carried with it a certain tone of derision, as if to say, only by sheer luck, as opposed to brains, could these fools succeed.

Mc and Mac Distinguish One as Either Irish or Scottish

Both terms designate a person's ancestry. Mac is the Gaelic term for son and Mc is merely a shorthand version. Lord Blarney, for example, Cormac Mac Carthaig (McCarthy), was son of Carthaig. Neither "Mc" nor "Mac" signify an Irish or Scottish name. Both Mac and its contraction Mc are found in the traditional Gaelic societies of Scotland and Ireland.

And while we're at it, what's with all those O's?

"O" is the Gaelic word for grandson. The apostrophe, which suggests a contraction, is a legacy of British colonialism. Misguided English bureaucrats assumed the O stood for the word "of" (as in "crack o' dawn") and added the apostrophe when compiling official records and census data. Over the centuries, many families dropped the O', which accounts for the existence of both O'Sullivan and Sullivan, O'Mahoney and Mahoney, etc. In recent decades many people in Ireland, and a few in the States, have dropped the apostrophe in favor of the more traditional spelling.

So there you have it.....all the Irish you need to know to go forth and puke green beer tonight!!

Peace.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Da Mardi Gras


Drinkin' early in the morning with Slash and Lady Gaga!!


Hangin' on the fence outside the police station!


I'm not sure why I posted this picture......


We had a marvelous time at da mardi gras down in New Orleans.

If you haven't been - make sure you go.........and when you do go, don't worry about the parades, that's so overcrowded and full of "undesirables". Nope, go on down to the French Quarter, the Veaux Carre, and take it all in.

The parades out on St. Charles and Canal are full of thugs stomping on beads and running over children, drunk and disorderly.

The French Quarter is full of New Orleanians in full costume garb and truly celebrating the time of their lives!

We met some great friends that have a condo down there and we walked around and saw (and were seen!) what there was to see.

The "gayest parade" down on St. Ann was quite the scene. It really was very, very gay but for some reason, in that setting it was quite joyful!

And very GAY!!

Anyway, a great time was had by all.

Come join us next time - we'll be the sexy pirates looking for "booty"!

Peace.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Hannah's New Guitar




Hannah's 21st birthday isn't until June but at the rate she kept "borrowing" my guitars I was gonna be out in a few months anyway so we decided to go ahead and get her a new one.

A special one.

A read damned good one.

Ain't it purty!!

It's much nicer than anything I've got and she looks so much better playing it than I do!!

Anyway, she was tickled to death with it.

Now I can't wait to see if she remembers it on her 21st birthday. History tells me that the "gift euphoria" will be long gone and she'll be pissed when she doesn't get anything else on her birthday.

But I know her momma and I'm pretty sure she won't!!

I have the first song she has recorded with the guitar on my itunes but I have no idea how to get it out to the public so if you want to hear it, shoot me an e-mail and I'll send it to ya!!

Peace!

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Oxford Town

Here is the beautiful bed and breakfast we stayed at in Oxford Town:


And here is the room where all the "magic" happened!!



Once again, my most beautiful wife gave me another amazing Valentine's Day gift.....

A secluded night at a Bed and Breakfast way out in the country where the screams could not be heard by the innocent bystanders!

We went to a B&B just outside of Oxford, MS called Castle Hill.

This place was beautiful and looked as if it were a Greek Revival Manor from back in the day......but it turns out that these rich folks built it in 2003 so they could get resort status and serve alcohol on Sundays in Lafayette County.

Not the worst reason to spend several million bucks (if you got it!).

It was a very lovely place and it was very quiet (except for the screams) and I had a great time spending some alone-time with the woman that cranks my tractor.

I have only been to Oxford once in my life and that was back in my college days for a football game that us Eagles got talked into going up there to play.

Of course, in my defense, if you've ever been to Oxford you realize that the it's not the kind of place that you'd ever pass through going anywhere. It is literally in the middle of NOWHERE.

But we tooled around the campus and saw all the lovely old houses and such.

And as bad as I HATE, Hate, hate Ole Miss......one has to admit that it is a very charming place.

It is everything that USM is not and I guess that's why we hate them so much. Well, that and the fact that they have treated us like poor cousins since time began even when we were kicking their asses with regularity.

And truthfully, it is a cool place.

But it's one that I have crossed off my list and I don't see a reason to ever go back (unless they agree to play us in football ever again)!

So thank you baby. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for saying "yes" whenver I ask. Thank you for putting up with all my crazy shit. Thank you for not screaming too loudly!!

I love you madly.

Always have and always will.

Happy VD!!