On the road again. That's what Willie sang. Willie, now that's a trooper. Willie once said his only regret ever was when he toked a j in the middle of the night atop the roof of the White House. Seems Jimmy Carter had invited him, he snuck out in the wee hours and hit it from the roof of America. Says a friend shouldn't do that, that he'd put Jimmy in a bad spot if he'd been caught. Anyway, that's his only regret. Atta boy, Willie... and he wore plaid. So we're off on another adventure. Today we go to Jacksonville. Wonder what their cheerleaders are up to, or should I say in to? Manager Lady Karen (aka the British Bulldog) will mingle, mingle, mingle. We'll play a short set of our tastiest tunes, and hopefully, something'll come of it. If not, well, there's always the stories. And oh, the stories we could tell. Remember that old song? The Heatbreakers covered it on the live "Pack Up the Plantation". Speaking of packing up, I might've found a house. Imagine that! November has been one hotel room after another. I feel like a male prostitute, not that that's a bad thing. See you on Monday. Happy Vets Day, and thanks guys, you're the real heroes, not some idiot big mouth jackass millionaire football player. Whew, T.O. sure has alot of adjectives. Take care. Later, Butch