So I made it back to Cheyenne. To catch you up (those of you who don't know) I'd been scheduled to arrive on Thursday, but Mother Nature, bitch that she is, had other plans for me and thousands of others. Thanks to the purchase of an extra plane ticket through Southwest (since Frontier's 800# was STILL down days later and in person could not rebook me to arrive UNTIL the 25th) I made it home yesterday afternoon. I spent my extra time in LA taking my own sweet time shopping, packing, buying presents, sleeping, and making cookies. Sometimes you have to look at these things as being given the gift of time, though I'd still much rather be here.
It's my first time online in over 24 hours (and I didn't combust!) and I found out that James Brown, the Father (Godfather?) of Soul has died this morning after a bout of pneumonia. I've now stumbled across a new minor regret in my life: never seeing the man perform in person. Friends of mine had taken in this sight in recent years at the Hollywood Bowl, and as is so often the case, I thought, "next year", only to be reminded once again to take these opportunities when they arise. As big of a venue as it is, I can only imagine that he had no problems filling it with his veritable James Brown-yness.
Rest well, the soul of Soul.
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