Hickory North Carolina

It's an eleven hour drive to Hickory from home in South Hamilton. Not a bad day on the road if it didn't rain every time we go. Route 81 with all it's tractor trailers screaming bloody hell in a cloud of spraying water is enough to make anyone curl into a ball in the back seat. Nerve wrecking! But we made it in good time to the perfectly edged and mulched gardens that surround the quaint stone houses that make up the neighbor hood of Wynnshire Ridge where my mother now resides. I'm sitting here in a Hampton Hotel in Crossing Tennessee an hour and a half from Nashville and I have to say that I'm more than a little excited! I'm gonna be overwhelmed I'm sure and can't wait to get shots of the Grand Old Opry, the Hotel Indigo where we are booked to stay until Friday and what ever else comes my way. I can't wait to hear all the music and can't wait to play my set on Friday. I don't have any expectations but just want to be able to say I played in Nashville. Just what Nashville needs I'm sure is another musician. Oh and here is a shot of the rug Mom has been hooking all winter!