Oh, Atlanta?
Same old place
Same old city
So begins “Oh, Atlanta” by Alison Krauss and Union Station. Yesterday I only had time to see the final few laps (wait…I think from here on out I will tell my friends “I saw the last two cautions” or some other indicator) as I was tanning my face at our yearly Highland Games and Celtic festival in Richmond.
So what did I see? Well I saw that NASCAR can’t seem to live up to the hype. Listening to the drama created on the radio as I drove home, I thought we would see 12 cars run out of gas and a dark horse emerge to gain victory from the heartbreak of defeat.
And so? And so ?
Blech, as my kids once would say. Blandness was snapped from the jaws of excitement-and just in time! Guess only my FedEx man knew how to deliver the goods in the excitement arena—just ask Martin.
Oh well, like a tired army we drag on towards our Appomattox that is the end of the season. I mean, really, are you excited over twice of one or half of the other?
Think about it.
That’s the (Celtic) view from here.
Michael
PS-If you get a chance to see a band from Dallas named “Needfire”, do so. Now, they give their crowd a show!