Spent the day driving back roads in the mountains, doing the safety check for a road rally. You will never understand how much I miss rallying, so when the chance came to do a little work on one I jumped at it.

Which took me to Talking Rock, Georgia – population about 42 I was told. I could hang out in Bart’s all day, I bet.

Nothing like time in a lawyer’s waiting room … and then coming home to find your AC has decided to give up the ghost on a Friday afternoon. For the record, this is the second AC unit at the house to fail this year, joining the truck.

Even in the summer, there’s a string of events going on, all requiring different setups around the building.

Not entirely sure why we were supposed to avoid the middle of a shrub, but we did.

Twenty years ago, I saw Slaid Cleaves perform in Boston (I think, it was a long time ago). Saw him again at the Newport Folk Festical and he came to Athens to perform for about seven people a decade ago, hasn’t been back since. A friend suggested we head to Decatur to see him and I was all in.

Great show, including walking the audience at the end.

Scouting around town again.

New and old, one will get baked into something delicious, I’m sure.