Sunday, September 8, 2019
Today we got up early and departed the campground a little after seven. Although I had dreaded driving around Baltimore and Washington in an RV, it was actually relatively stress-free because early on a Sunday morning the traffic was relatively light. We stopped for diesel outside of DC and while I was refueling, Jane made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and purchased chips. So, we ate while continuing rolling down I-95 south. A song by the Duhks that our band plays was reverberating through my head as I drove along – “95 South, 95 South, That is the way to my baby’s house …”.
We only stopped one other time at a rest area in North Carolina just before we exited the interstate onto US 64. We arrived home around 3 o’clock. Will greeted us and helped us partially unload the RV. Zorro was a bit reclusive but eventually emerged and greeted us.
After chatting a bit, I tuned up my banjo, then Will and I headed to The Corner Biergarten where I knew my musical colleagues would be gathering for the Sunday afternoon acoustic jam session. Sure enough, they were there and greeted me with a round of cheers. They insisted on playing a song I wrote (Southern Wake County Women-Crazy Blues) to honor the reunion. Although my banjo playing was a bit rusty after two months, it was certainly a joy to play with everyone again. Indeed, I knew I was home again.