A gorgeous-Friday-afternoon missive from someone who shall remain anonymous [names changed to protect the vacationing; reprinted with permission]:
"I am going to write a new series on being 'left behind,' but I will need to make a decision if it is based on [three recently resigned co-workers]leaving me behind or the fact that [my boss] and [a key co-worker] took off the afternoon. [My boss] was supposed to help me with something I have to ship for J. from [another department] who is also off today. Then I get a call from J.'s boss (out of the office today) to see if I have done the thing I am doing in J's absence. He also mentioned his administrative assistant has taken the afternoon off so she would not be able to assist me."
Speaking of The Rapture, Garrison Keillor did an amusing bit about it when "Prairie Home Companion" was at the Ryman Auditorium last Saturday. Turns out the Universalist Unitarians got taken, while the rest of us (and particularly the Southern Baptists) had to stay here. As I've shared before, I grew up with a healthy awareness that Jesus could return at any time, probably while I was at school. I don't say that in a joking way, as I have a high sensitivity to things that could be interpreted as blasphemous.
The rest of the show was not blasphemous, especially the part where Allison Krauss sang some old-timey gospel. Rapturous. The music was incredible, and the energy in the Ryman was kinetic, and the whole experience made me so happy to be in Nashville. Almost every day, I'm so happy to be in Nashville. [You can listen to the show through the Prairie Home Companion site.]
BR549 played a few numbers. I loved it. Sometime here I will post the tale of my very first visit to Nashville (circa 1994?), and how they had just gotten their first record deal, and I was able to meet them, and how I went to see their show on Lower Broad, and my friend Jason got up to sing with them and dedicated a song to me. That was probably the most exciting night of my life. Seriously. As far as I know, it's the only time anyone ever spoke my name from the stage at Robert's Western World. Well, I guess I just told that story.
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