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Good morning y'all. Big changes at the Cafe Charlesinator. We're making some hoity toity changes here. The days of the free lunch soup line are gone. If the ABB can tack on an additional $10.00 for this year's Beacon Run, by golly so can we. We're changing the name to Nate's Grill. (Doesn't that have an upscale ring to it?) We're changing the menu. Gone is one of my personal favorites-"white trash chocolate cake." In it's place we're going to have stuff like today's special Hickory Farms Beef Summer Sausage. (Somebody gave me a pack for Xmas.) I'm going to run down to the Exxon and pick up some hoop cheese. I'm going to serve what the french call "hour d'oeuvres" and charge an exorbitant amount for it. I'm taking a page out of ol' ticketbasturd's book and start raping my friends. Also changing clientele. If ya sit in the lawn seats, you can order takeout, but we don't want your kind in the joint. We are going to have a gold circle seating (charging extra of course.) Where the "neuveau riche" can show off their "haute coture" to the rest of y'all envious peons. I'm leaving the "decor" the same because as I have now fround it is so trendy. The hoity toity can now feel like they are actually in a real honky tonk and not have to deal with any of the regular unwashed masses that patronize those establishments. I'm going to make a killing............Ha,ha,ha.......................... .......................................................................................................................... Funny, Ol' Great Scott got me to thinking about that 96 Greenville show. (It's a good thing he's fasting maybe he can save up enough to eat at my new joint. Oh wait he's been known to sit on the lawn.) Anyway day of the show I called a scalper ...ahem...ticketbroker. Excuse me. He told me I could have the tix less than face value if I took his last 4. I called my good friends David,his wife Cheryl, and my Ol' buddy Pete. (Too bad they can't come to the new joint either. Dave likes to get rowdy every now and then. And sometimes Pete has trouble slapping two nickels together to make a dime, but boy we had some good times drinking 40 oz.s out back of the airport. With the exception of Cheryl, these ain't the beautiful people.) Anyway off we went on my first road trip to catch the Brothers someplace else other than Blockbuster Pavillion now Verison Amphitheater (This is the place I'm basing the new restaurant on. Where they charge you 7 bucks for parking now included on your ticket price. Where they have a seat gestapo that will throw you out if you get out of your seat or have an overtly good time. I'm also planning on having guards w/ guns at the exits to extort any leftover money from patrons as they leave after paying $4.00 for a bottle of water.) Where was I... oh yeah we got to Greenville and parked right on the street. No charge can you believe that! Walked right in and our car was there we we got out. Man that was a good show in a real venerable place. It was all wood just reeking of history. They were giving away memorial cups with the names of some of all the acts and sporting events that played there on them. You could tell the building had been there for a long time. The show was good with some of those hair raising moments. I remember in particularly Gregg singing Soulshine the way that only Gregg can with all the pain of love lost, the blues that comes from circumstances beyond our control and the misfortunes that are only ours to blame, but also with that shred of hope that still lingers, that fire that still burns.......................................... We had so much fun on the trip back discussing all the little nuances of the show. Laughing at each other's funny coments. Sometimes till we cried. How much are memories like this worth? And we really didn't spend that much in real dollars at the time. Now that colosseum is gone replaced with another impersonal establishment that is geared to getting as much cash as possible from the public...........................kind a like what I'm going to do here at the grill. Hmmmmmmmmm.................................. What do y'all think? Should I change the grill? Devote the rest of my life to that almighty dollar without regard to anything or anybody else. ------------------------------------------------- "Hey we can buy Little Debbie's for a nickel a piece. Call 'em some french name and charge a dollar for 'em. A dollar heck we can gouge the folks for at least three." - The devil sitting on Charlesinator's shoulder.