Blues Week

Every year about this time I get to feeling bad because I am not in Elkins, West Va. at Blues Week. I went a few times back in the 1990s and had a great time – some of the best times of my life. My friend (and 8th cousin) Phil Chadeayne went down with me a couple of times. He had a great time, too.

Phil’s son, as a surprise, paid for himself and Phil to go down and they had a blast. Did they ask me to go? No, they didn’t. I’ve been saying “maybe next year” for the last 14 years. Well, maybe next year I’ll go.

I remember a few of these guys with Phil from the times I was down there. Phil is the second from the right. It looks like they all enjoyed that southern cooking. (I remember that the barbecue was great, and one night they had white lightning.)

Phil at Blues Week

One Comment

  1. Michelle (Mush) wrote:

    I know how you feel. I went to a convention called Further Confusion exactly twice in my life.

    Oh god it had everything: writing panels, artist panels, costume design panels that feature using minor robotics to achieve blinking eyes/swiveling ears/ expanding and retracting wings/ etcetera, puppetry panels, live action chess, an art show, stage performers, a table top gaming room— and I've been missing it every year since I was seventeen.

    The week that the Con is scheduled is the same week that college starts every year. So, in addition to returning to the dreary life of asshole professors and mind numbing busy work, there's just this black void just above my stomach where fresh memories of the convention should be.

    (Abridged version: I sympathize)

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