I love holiday weekends. Jilda and I are going out of town for a couple days for a long deserved holiday. We're going to go to a hotel, lay out by the pool, sip drinks with tiny umbrellas in them and catch a concert.
I'm not sure when my life got so complicated, but we find it more difficult to get away. When we were younger, we would throw our stuff in the back of our old car and hit the road and go to festivals, the mountains, the beach or simply to visit friends. It didn't take a lot of money or planning. We often flew by the seat of our pants.
On our 15th anniversary we went to Helena, Arkansas to visit our friend Tommy Wilson who was the publisher of the newspaper there. Helena is a neat old southern town on the Mississippi just across the river from Memphis. Tommy arranged for us to have a suite in the Edwardian Inn which is a remarkable old Bed and Breakfast. The old home pre-dated the Civil War and had been restored. The property was near a Confederate Cemetery where a number of generals were burried. It was a remarkable experience.
Our room on the second floor, had a porch with a view of the Mississippi River. The woman that owned the B&B was a remarkable cook so we had gourmet meals and good wine. The room had fresh flowers and chocolates on the pillows.
We attended a Blues Festival in Helena too. We saw all the great blues players. Buddy Guy, Rita Mae Hemphill, the Kinsey Report, and Levon Helm who was actually born in Helena.
On Saturday night we were invited to a shot house out in the middle of a Mississippi cotton field. We were the only white folks there. Some folks might have been uncomfortable but we were treated well and you have not heard Delta Blues until you've heard shot-house blues.
Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy your long weekend and that you get a chance to do something fun.