The expenses are starting to come to
roost. We now have a customized shirt, all we have to do, is let 71 know what
size, send her some cash, and we will be some clan sitting there on the
beach!!!I see a nice family picture in our future!
Last weekend 6 and 6A meet some
friends and joined them at a concert at the local fire hall. I will start from
the beginning. In the spring time 6 was doing his best to get a pre-Kiawah
vacation lined up, by jumping in 7’s “fantasy” RV and head to Dover for the
fire fly concert, it was going to be a 4 day event, with over 60 bands. 6 was
really pushing this, 6 had commitments from 21, 21A, 4, 6A,
61,62,63,8,71,7A,32,33,34, and even 5, 5A, 51 and 52, were thinking about it
was going to be a wonderful time could you just imagine that! In fact Imagine
Dragon was going to be at the concert! Well if you go back and look at the list
of names that committed, look real hard, and you will find that the grouchy old
7 was not on the list. Is it because he doesn’t like music (no), doesn’t like
to be with the clan (no) doesn’t like to drink HRM (no), doesn’t like to spend
money (could be) or is it that 7 only has an image of the infamous RV. Back to
the story, while I was looking for another venue, I notice that Sheryl Crow was
going to be in our back yard, at one of the local firehouses. When 6 put that
out for comment, all we heard was NO’s, but by Monday 6 heard that the tickets
were purchased. 6 could not have been more surprised if he woke up and found
his head sown to the side of 7’s RV. Time marched on and before I knew it 6 was
in the truckster driving to the firehouse for the big event. 6 turned into the street
that the firehouse was on and saw nothing but car parked everywhere that is
what happened when you arrive 20 minutes before show time. As luck would have
it some nice young lady waved us over to park in a lot directly across the
street, with easy access to the side road that would take us home, what a
blessing! We precede to the grounds a whole 100 yard walk, got us some grub,
and found our seats. The seats were great, plastic folding chairs in the grass,
there was just enough room to walk thru
sideways, if someone was sitting in the chair you were passing you basically
stood up and gave them a big county hug. The music started an it was a good
concert, 6 did not realize how country she was, and if I heard one more time
lets go back 20+ years 6 was going to walk. Concert was over, we got out of our
$20 parking space missed all the traffic and was home in a jiff! Now let’s take a look at behind the scenes of
this concert. Parking, it was a great spot, but $20 it is no wonder that the
lot was only half fool (full). Tell me this is not typical county move.. After
we gave her the 20 spot, she told us to follow the guy in the 34 shirt let’s
see what it really Brice Harper? Nope it was some guy with a beer in his one
hand and a smoke in the other directing me how far to back up. On the way onto
the grounds I was thinking that I was on my way to the county fair, all you
could see was vendors selling food and beer, and my first thought was 6 is not
going to wait in those lines to get some grub, but then remembers we are in the
county, and there are no lines, just rude people. They get their food or drink
and just don’t move out to the way, they just stand there shooting the bull
with anyone willing to talk to them. It was at this point when 6 became aware
that he was actually one of the younger people at the concert. There were two types of people at the concert,
first the overwhelming majority were you typical county fair goers, tee shirts
or wife beaters, old ball caps drinking a bud light in a 10 oz can. The others
housewives of Beverly Hills’ want a bees, long summer dresses, fancy
sunglasses, designer bags drinking the other choice Michelob ultra, in a 16 oz
can, no Rex to be found. So guess what happens next.. it is time to be seated,
all of the group A people go in find their seats plop their butt down, crack
another beer and wait for the concert to start. 6 was thinking this is not bad
even though these seats are one on top of the other they are not full so 6 has
a little room to stretch out. Soon the warm-up band was over and it was time
for the main event to start. Here comes group B all of the housewives of
Beverly hills’, pushing their way thru the aisles, as only a snob could, being
faced with some drunk county boy with his wife beater tee shirt with an imprint
of a monster truck and a USA flag, who’s beer gut is larger than the space in
the isle. Soon enough all were settled, and the music began, at which point the
Hills people stood up and blocked the view of the county people. It actually
went to the point where some county boy ask one of the hill people to sit down
so that people behind them could see, the hill lady said no, and gave a smirk
behind those dark hills sunglass and they remained standing for the remainder
of the concert. By now you all are wondering what this has to do with Kiawah,
well let me tell you! It happened a few years back, when we were staying in the
2 bedroom condos, and while on the beach if you remember off to the right hand
the beach of wide open. It was a bright Sumy
day nice ocean breeze, and the waves were large, and the tide was on its way
in. About 50 yards down the beach was a man and his kid, sitting there on
towels, with their green bucket and shovel. The little tike and dad, spent most
to the day digging in the sand and playing in the water, just as it should be. On about 2:00 here comes a family, Mom Dad and
2.3 kids (actually there were just two).
Their wagon was overflowing with beach stuff, just like the new SUV they
pulled up in. They walked along the beach and stopped right in front of the man
and his child and proceed to unload all of their crap. The old man got his
shovel out and dug two holes and proceeded to put up the umbrellas while the
mother unloaded the rest of the crap. They sat their drinking their designed
bottled water, eating fruit, all the time their kids were running wild. The
best part was when the kids came back, the mother handed them towels to dry
off, and they proceeded to let their
towels flap in the wind, dumping tons of sand all over the people sitting next
to them. Do you think that the old man
or old lady said anything to them, well of course not! But in the end the joke
was on them, as 6 stated the tide was on its way in, so within an hour or so,
they were sitting in the water some of their junk started to float away, as
their umbrella’s fell into the water. Mean while the man and his boy just sat
there high and dry and watched them. The old man and old lady had nothing left
to do but to take their wagon and go home, for there was no room for them at
the beach. And you wonder why this old
man thinks it is critically important for us to get there early and stake our
claim!
Words of Wisdom: Don’t sweat the small
things, you will always be remembered for how you accommodate others, but in
doing so, never compromise your principals.
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