random thoughts – Day 1,168 – (Monday) – memories

Thirteen years ago today, I drove to the airport in Nashville to pick up my friend Barry, who had flown in from California for a visit. He was originally from Massachusetts, but was living in Santa Monica and working in a camera shop. In the course of his career, he had worked with bands in various capacities, and worked with Letters to Cleo before they made it big.

Barry texting.

As we left the airport, he was busy on his phone texting. That was pretty much his thing. He said that a guy he knew from Worcester was playing with a band at Edgehill Studios Café in Nashville that afternoon. It wasn’t even surprising this particular friend was in Tennessee for five minutes and knew people already. We went to see the band, The Young Republic, and they were great, and it was a fun time. 

The rest of the weekend was less exciting, as I didn’t know any musicians in bands. When we went to the local winery for their outdoor music event, the only person I knew there besides my visiting friend was the second ex-husband, who magically appeared on a blanket about three blankets from ours. Luckily, X2 and his date left after an hour (some things never change).

During the visit, we took a walk around my neighborhood with Moose. It was sunny and hot, and Moose shimmied under a car into some shade and B, a diehard “not a dog person,” pulled him out and carried him home. He got along pretty well with Moose, despite him not being a cat. A week or so later, I learned that Moose had heartworms, so our extra-long walk that day was probably wearing him out.

Both Barry and Moose are gone now, but I have sweet memories of both. And photos. Miss you guys.