Well, at least I didn't have to flag a ride

One of the highlights of my evacuation vacation was the trip to Tunica, Mississippi. C’mon who doesn’t love Tunica? (?) Anyway the aforementioned Phil Melancon asked me to join his merry band of music makers, James Naylor, Dave Maleckar and Jim Pierce as well as a bevy of hip-shaking, grass-skirt-wearing beauties, in an Hawaiian themed evening of entertainment at the Grand Casino, Tunica for a convention of customers of the Amerimulch Corporation (visit them on the web at amerimulch.com!). Basically we were performing for men with very large wood chippers. It was Grand fun…except for the roulette table. Jim Pierce had driven all the way from Grafton, Wisconsin to play the steel guitar. He offered to drive me back to Memphis on his way out, but first he asked if I might mind heading to the intersection of Routes 61 and 49 where he had some business to attend to.

Selling his soul.

That's Jim in the picture. He went up to the counter and made his transaction. No problem. I was next in line. When the Devil saw my ukelele case he said, simply, “We’re closed.”