Son Steve and granddaughter Lisa flew in to Memphis yesterday and we adjourned to Beale Street for ribs and barbecue at the Pig on Beale.
They were up late, being on Las Vegas time which is two hours behind us and Steve just got up at 10:30 a.m., which is 8:30 to him and still way too early for a professional musician used to working at night.
When we’re ready to roll, I want to take Pete to the vet and find out why he’s not eating, gorging on water and barfing frequently.
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