I'm happy to say that Luke DeCock, a compadre of mine over many an ACC mile, is writing a piece for Wednesday's News and Observer leading into tonight's occasion. Please check it out and be sure to email Luke and tell him what a hell of a guy he is for doing his buddy a solid.
Another friend named David Neugent brought up a line today that I warned him I was going to steal, that in ACC Country back in the 1960s and 70s, every child learned three songs. The first was The ABC Song, the second Jesus Loves Me.
And of course the third was Sail With the Pilot.
Sail With the Pilot All the Way,
And Get on Board that Pilot Ship today.
So don't be late if you want to lend your voice in song.
The occasion will also serve as a bon voyage, of sorts, to another fair-haired (again, what there is left of it) boy from Spudtowne. Crag T. Perry, along with his bride Tammy, are hell bent on the next chapter of their lives being written in the wilds of Houston, Tex. I'm sure there are plenty of folks out there who want to wish Crag T.and Tammy well and maybe a handful just as anxious to see that he's actually leaving.
I, for one, will miss them. But it consoles me to know he'll be able to join forces from time to time with another old Spud living down there named John Branch (who you may know from his Spudtowne Tatler fame as Bif Fazlo) in pursuit of good ground to play Cozmik Croquet (Houston is flat, so there should be possibilities) and a place to watch the Tar Heels on TV.
Maybe we'll sell enough books down in Houston that I can come down and join you for a weekend.
In the meantime, hope to see everyone out tonight in Ralphtown for the one event you would hate yourself til time immemorial for missing.
(How about a great big hand for the artist who rendered this fabulous photo, my sister-in-law Kimberly T. Hawks).
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