The epilogue part one: Gibson throws us a curve ball.

It's Friday night, May 2nd.

The bags and boxes are unpacked. Laundry done and put away. Groceries bought. Thank-you's enthusiastically issued. Car washed, inside and out. Most everything is in it's place.

So why am I here instead of at the Mogwai (who provided this blog's title, btw) show with Scott tonight?

Yes, all was well until about 9:15 this morning when the "teenage boy" (with his sister's help) slammed into a slab of granite and sliced his leg open. After a day a the vet, one very sad and pathetic boy is home with a "collar of shame", a drain in his thigh and quite a few stitches. He's loaded up on pain meds and will be on the doggy version of bed rest until Monday.

Those pathetic eyes!

He'll be fine, but the whimpering sighs are breaking my heart.

Funny side story: the vet's dog did almost the same thing yesterday with the same result. Something going around?

Homehomehomehomehome.

After a too short run on too scary roads with no sidewalks near our too suburban Birmingham hotel, we headed east. Two hours and 32 minutes later.....

WE ARE HOME.

Stay tuned for the next, epilogue post. I promise it'll be full of fun facts.

Swine Dining

After a nice run in downtown Little Rock, we headed to Memphis for lunch. we'd spent some time on Yelp,. Garden & Gun and Eater looking for good hints on the best Memphis BBQ in town. We settled on Cozy Corner "since 1977". Scott had ribs, I settled on a brisket sandwich after learning that their famous cornish hen wasn't available. Stuffed, we navigated our way through south Memphis to the highway and to Birmingham for dinner.

Why the 'ham you ask?

The short story is this. There are 3 well known & respected restaurants in Birmingham that we've had on our radar: Highland Grill, Hot and Hot Fish Club and Chez Fon Fon. We settled on the 3rd as I'd already been to Highland, and something about french food after the earlier BBQ pigout sounded great. Our meal and the service was perfect. Intown Birmingham has lots to offer, and it's worth mentioning that it's a pretty city, with trees like Atlanta but hills like Asheville.

This is our last night on the road. Tomorrow: HOME!!!