Back, back

I’m back from the mountain with some fun stories to tell. Unfortunately, my head is wrapped in three days of silliness and I don’t trust my writing right now.

So, a full report on the LEAF trip should be forthcoming.

One tease:

Saturday morning, as the winds started to whip whitecaps onto Lake Eden, tent doors opened one by one and the weary campers dragged themselves to chairs beside the campfire. Friday night had been a rowdy one, beginning early on with a tremedous show by Billy Joe Shaver.

Boston Jay sat fireside Saturday morning, his BoSox jersey soaking in the smell of the campfire smoke, thumbing through the show schedule.

“Damn, I missed Billy Joe Shaver.”

One by one, tired heads turned toward Boston Jay, toward his shaking head, toward his assertion he’d missed Billy Joe Shaver.

Finally, someone said it.

“No, you didn’t.”

The giggles started immediately. Not only had Boston Jay been there, he’d danced his ass off for the entire show.

After a couple of moments, Boston Jay raised his head from the schedule.

“Did I enjoy it?”

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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