Wonderful breakfast this morning!  Guacamole on Dino’s homemade bread, topped with tomatoes and balsamic vinegar and fresh fruit.  Usually, breakfast for me consists of a nourishing Coke.  We eat great down here.  Dino is great with breakfast – the afore-mentioned homemade bread, sausage and peppers, coffee cake.  Andy of course is an accomplished chef, so last night we had seafood Thai curry.  Despite the hard work we put in, this is not a good place to lose weight. 

I have a bunch of great pictures from Thursday, but I cannot seem to get them off of the SD card in my camera, so you may not see them for a while. But we went to Ground Zero and had fun Thursday night. You might well see some later if I my collegues have some to contribute.

Until such time as I am able to recover those photos, I shall have to settle for this great picture of Ed cutting boards to by used for trim and baseboards. Alas, I am not able to show you pictures of Kristin and Lorenzo working tirelessly to stain and apply polyurethane to it all.

So I can tell you all about how much fun trying to finish louvered doors (It’s not.)

Then we went to Ground Zero Blues Club in Clarksdale to hear music. I got some great pictures, but my phone ate them. I am still working on it, and the rest of the team might have some. I have some videos that I hope to post, so stay tuned.

Ground Zero Blues Club

We usually spend one night in Clarksdale checking out the local blues clubs, the most prominent and famous of which is Ground Zero. The club takes its name from the idea that Clarksdale is ground zero for the blues. The club tends to feature and encourage local talent, and there is no question, there is plenty of it down here. On our earlier visits, we sometimes arrived on the night when all the folks who attended harmonica camp for the week get to appear on stage one at a time and show what they have learned. This leads to a train of musicians, followed by the instructors all getting together and jamming.

Ground Zero is legendary. People come to see it from all over the world, and if my pictures had not all disappeared, I would post some of some of the many flags hanging from the ceiling, usually autographed by whoever donated them. Very early in the club’s history, some waitress wrote her name on the bar in black Sharpie, and since then, there has been a custom of covering nearly every square inch of the place in graffiti. I personally choose to distinguish myself by NOT writing anywhere in Ground Zero, but others feel more of a need to express themselves.

Since my pictures are gone, at least for the present, I will include some provided by Ed that pretty much give the vibe for the place.

But we did not see the harmonica train tonight. Instead, we saw local musician Stan Street who runs Hambone Art Gallery across town. Hambone Art Gallery also has a Facebook page where you can frequently watch live performances, something that made the pandemic a little more tolerable for me.

I would love to add the videos right here, but WordPress charges extra to for the ability to add videos, so I shall have to post links instead.

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