Almost a month ago, I ordered tickets online for “The Raconteurs” that were appearing at the Ryman Theater in
I then got online and made hotel reservations within walking distance of the venue, and forgot about it.
The concert was scheduled for Tuesday night (9/30), so since I had not received the tickets I called TicketsNow Monday and asked what was going on. They said that the tickets had been purchased just prior to my purchase, and that they had been trying to get in touch with me. They said they sent two emails with no response. I asked why they hadn’t called me - the number plainly on the purchase order!?
Anyway, the only tickets left were behind columns in the old theater, so I canceled everything, including the hotel.
As an aside, I had told my mother that Judy and I would take her to her long-time friend’s house in
She and mom first met in Sunday school years ago, and became fast friends. When my dad became too sick to work, and retired from TVA with a medical, mom decided to go to work. She decided to become a nurse’s aide. She asked Sadie to go to the classes with her even if she never worked. Sadie agreed, and as it turned out Sadie actually worked longer than mother did!
I say all this to illustrate their bond. They haven’t been able to visit much due to their ages and health, so we decided to go on to
[PHOTO: Sadie is on the left, mom is on the right, and Sadie’s son Robert is hugged up in the middle.]
They thoroughly enjoyed the day and caught up on all the recent events, and probably shared a tear or two. Mom lost her third husband, Bill, in February of 2006 and Sadie’s husband Robert died in April that year. I overheard Sadie remind mom that the last time they saw each other, over 4 years ago, both men were in wheelchairs. Mom told us later, as people of her generation tend to do, she and Sadie had visited the graveyard where Robert is buried, and then dined at the Cracker Barrel.
When Judy and I left, the first order of business on our mind was food! We watched as all the signs scrolled by, trying to decide what we wanted for a “quick lunch”! I have been craving Chinese food for some time, so when I saw “Peking Chinese Restaurant” I quickly checked the place out. From the outside it appeared the place used to be a Pizza Hut or something, and needed a coat of paint, but there were so many cars parked around the place we knew it must be a local favorite.
It was delicious…as you can see in the photo of the Kung Pao Chicken I had! So, if you are ever in the
Judy then wanted to shop at an outlet mall at the
We actually killed enough time there, that by the time we had toured Cedars of Lebanon State Park, and stopped to take this photo of the Cedarvine Manor, a bed and breakfast, mom was calling. After a five hour visit, she was ready to go home.
When I said goodnight to hear at her door, she hugged me and thanked me again for taking her to see Sadie. “You just don’t know what that meant to me!”
Well, that meant something to me as well.
8 comments:
That was so nice of you to do. And in the end it sounds like you too had a great time there.
As Jerry Seinfeld said, "No, I think you know how to TAKE a reservation... the problem is, you don't know how to KEEP the reservation. And that's really most the important part, don't you think?"
I'm sorry you missed your concert, Mushy - that just sucks.
Dang Les, I wish I had remembered that line when I wrote this...would have been a great lead in!
Thanks.
You're a good soul, Mushy. Of course, we knew that already! :-)
Mmmm, that food looks good! You know how I am about that stuff. That's a sweet post my brutha. I wish my mom had friends like that I could take her to visit. They're all gone now.
Hey, maybe if we do this weekend gun show thing the first weekend in December you can bring her again and give her another treat.
A good son you are. But damn, everytim I get on your blog or Pat's I end up hungry.
Sounds like a good time and that Kung Pao Chicken looks great.
Ralph
Just when you think you have got life figured out....it jumps up and kicks you in the ass.
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