From gold records to drumsticks, pictures to boots, this room gives any fan cause to ooh, ahh and gasp and truly understand the meaning of sensory overload. From the sign out front, so inconspicuous, and the glee that I felt at seeing a mushroom displayed so prominently, I entered the home of Mama Louise. A sea of ABB tee-shirts and the strains of Midnight Rider playing in the background welcomed me as I took a seat at the counter and proceeded to order black eyed peas, greens, chicken over rice and cornbread with a large glass of lemonade. This was my idea of a four star restaurant. It's a given that no matter where you are on this weekend, you are a Brother or a Sister.
Talk comes easily without posturing or pretense.
I found myself relaxing on the porch at the Big House on Sunday morning. For one final omen the church bells began to ring. But while writing I realize that each of us that goes to Macon goes looking for something very much the same. The closeness to a group of men who have been a huge part of our lives. Their music is the sound track for our memories.