Okay, so we are in the mountains of Tennessee. We stop at this white water rafting place with a restaurant, gas station and a few other things. Most of it is built in a log cabin motif. It’s butted up against a river, next to the woods. There’s this mountain man sitting on the front porch drinking a beverage and smoking a cigarette. His beard is down to his belly. (Those of you who lived circa 1975 will remember ZZ Top and get the picture.)Willy said, “I’ve never seen a beard that long.”I asked the resident porch sitter if he wouldn’t mind having his picture made with my friend Willy who has never been in the mountains of rural Tennessee. He kindly obliged and came over to the other side of the porch and put his arm around my Cameroon buddy and the pic was made……and a memory of a lifetime….
Okay, so we are trying to leave the hotel. Stephen and Matthew Eastin, along with Mike Morency and me get in the elevator. We are on the third floor heading to the first floor. We hit the 1st floor button and the elevator goes up. Alright, no problem…maybe it was planning to go up. So we hit the 1st floor button again and it comes down to three and then goes back up again. So, not to be outdone, we hit the 1st floor button again and it comes down to the 3rd floor and then goes up again.By this time it is quite perplexing. The elevator is possessed and we’re never going to get off or out of the hotel, I surmise. I heard a song about this one time. I’m not one to be anxious a lot, but I’m curious as to how this could be happening. There are five or six elevators side-by-side and we pick the possessed one. After some deliberation someone concluded that Matthew shouldn’t be leaning near the elevator door with his backpack, which happened to be near the buttons. Mystery solved…