It will be a week Friday since I began coughing. The cough then turned into a bull-blown cold. I finally broke down and took some Nyquil two nights ago, which brings to mind this old Alvin Crow song. Here he is playing at the Broken Spoke in Austin, Texas, a pretty famous honkytonk (in certain circles). Reminds me of some good times listening to Alvin at the White Elephant Saloon in the historic stockyards area of Fort Worth. Warning, if you go to the site, make sure your sound is down. I tried to look at the history part, but was bombarded with a telling of the story. This used to be a locally owned joint, but I’m not so sure if it is now. Seems way too commercialized now.
I know I keep saying this, but, really, tomorrow has to be a weaving day, right?