Guest Book

Sorry to hear about Bird's bad trip. Yeah, there are some Beacon neanderthals. Donna and I got something of a tease about the southern accents when we arrived on Friday night. All just good clean fun. Sat there with some big-ol' yankee boys whoe were much more attuned to NASCAR and Lynyrd Skynyrd than we were. They were cool, though. Break between sets meant a bathroom break. Frst time anywhere I've ever seen the line for the men's room heavier that the one for the ladies. Several "Toity-Toid street" types, drunker than a barrel full of monkeys. Once our section of the line enters the men's room, one of them whips it out and urinates in the corner. Two others use the sinks. The line is moving fairly quickly. I ran into Jimmy Walker after last night's show. He, too tells of security forces only interested in bullying folks in the standing room sections for standing (what else do you do when you have a "Standing Room" ticket?). After the show, Donna and I decide maybe it's time to finally go ahead and buy some ABB T-shirts. About that time this 300-lb.+ Soprano wanna-be ... and her husband elbow their way through the line and up to the front of the vendor area. Not only did they do that, but they were yelling back to their buds asking what sizes and colors they wanted. Southern hospitality and a sense of civility ... and witnessing the way that two other nimrods were dragged out by NYC's finest following their own set-to over position in the line kept me from retaliating. Maybe I'll order off of the web from Kid Glove. Yeah, we don't wear shoes and some of us marry our first-cousins. But if I ever peed in the corner of a building or elbowed my way past a member of the fairer sex who weighed 1/4 of what I weighed (Donna caught elbows from Ms. Soprano's also obese hubby) - my mamma would get up out of her wheelchair and kick the plaque off my teeth. All-in-all though, it was a great Beacon weekend.