I went to see Bob’s band, The Copperheads for the first time last night. They were playing at a little place in Spartanburg called the Guitar Bar. It also turned out to be a birthday celebration for Roxanne. While Bob was onstage playing blues and cover tunes, Roxanne had her own floor show going, greeting everyone that entered, and passing out ice cream cake to the entire listening audience. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, but Rolling Rock beer and chocolate chip mint ice cream is not a combination I care to repeat in this lifetime.
“Some things you should never spray paint on an overpass…”
True to my nature, I got up early this morning, even after having come in late last night. Breakfast was at Stax Original, and while at the breakfast counter I heard stories from the waitress about her trip to Nashville and tours of Country and Western’s stars’ homes. That, and the talk of NASCAR going on around me inspired me to abandon my kayaking plans for the day and head over to the Anderson Jockey Lot. I called Glynda to see if she was up for an adventure, so 30 minutes later we were in-route down I-85. 
The Jockey Lot has grown enormously in the years since I was last here. There was a huge indoor section and a few table scattered around the outside. Now the outside portion is even larger. Like Alice’s Restaurant, you can get anything you want. I saw rebel flags, knives, Da Vinci’s “The Last Supper” redone with African Americans, and tons of other stuff I had no clue about. You could even get pit bull pups, which, as this image indicates, had to be kept under control. The one thing I didn’t find among the old magazine stands was the July 1974 edition of “Science and Mechanics” magazine. I had an idea for latex gloves with fingernails published in that issue. If any of you have it, let me know! The denizens of this realm are another species altogether. I was reminded of George Singleton’s Half-Mammals of Dixie with its descriptions of those that eek out a living by trying to sell at the Jockey Lot.
It was far too hot to spend much time at the JL. We had gone inside in the mistaken belief that it might be cooler out of the sun, but among the various trinkets and potions, the air was still and stifling. Fortunately, it wasn’t necessary to see the whole thing (as if one could) because there was plenty of repetition. I came across the same Dale Earnhardt memorabilia at several locations. Instead of taking the interstate, we took highway 20 through the towns of Williamston, Pelzer, and Peidmont. There was quite a festival under way in Williamston, but we were worn out from the Jockey Lot, and kept going. I spent the rest of the day uneventfully cutting grass, then watching the movie DareDevil this evening (which I don’t really recommend.)