Let's see... we last left off prior to Cave show with Band of Annuals... Sara was starting to get sick... yet we managed to make it through a pretty good 3-piece, guitar-only set (hadn't done that since Wilmington, I guess).  Band of Annuals were fantastic... don't think I've ever heard a band sound quite that good in the Cave, and with six members no less!  Beautiful songs, beautiful harmonies, beautiful sweeping lushness.

A couple of nights later, I caught part of Sara's set on the porch at the Love House, as well as all of Ivan's.  That was a pleasant little event, in spite of gray skies and chilly breezes.

Then Friday we headed up the mountain to gas-starved Asheville.  Sara and I picked up Mr. Kee in Mebane and Mr. Foster in Winston-Salem, where we all loaded into Mr. Foster's van with a 5-gallon gas can.  Managed to find gas in W-S on the way out, but not in Morganton on the way there.  We worried that the gas crisis, presidential debate and somewhat lousy weather would keep people away from the Rocket Club, but it actually turned out to be a pretty good night.  Thanks to Mark for treating us to dinner at the Admiral, to the Mend for bringing the rock and letting us use some of their equipment, to our friends and family who came out for the late night rock show and to the Rocket Club for having us.

Had a delightful breakfast on Mom's gigantic screen porch Saturday a.m., then headed for Atlanta early in the afternoon.  Sara's friend Christy was a wonderful hostess and her daughter Mary Elle took a real liking to Jerry.  The show at WonderRoot was really a lot of fun and we made some new friends in John McNicholas and the fellows of Pistolero, with whom it turned out we had other friends in common in North Elementary and Schooner.  The WonderRoot basement was cozy and friendly and sounded remarkably good for what it was.  John and Pistolero were both excellent.  We hope to play with them again.  Many thanks to Kim Ware for setting up the show.

Sunday we enjoyed more of Christy's kind hospitality, Mary Elle's charm and a beautiful Fall morning in Atlanta before hitting the road early afternoon with 3/4 of a tank of gas.  Made it as far as Charlotte before it seemed like we oughta fill up.  At first there was no gas to be found, so we finally drained our 5-gallon can, hoping that would get us as far as Winston.  But then found an open station just down the road.  Only had to battle a few roaming marauders.

Then it was home, home, home for glorious sleep.   CAC