To explain who I am you may want to start with the old beach cottage at 511 Ocean Ridge Drive at Atlantic Beach, North Carolina. It was built by my great grandfather, Furman Nuriah Bridgers in 1950. Here is a picture of the cottage and it was bought by my grandfather, Tom, who we called "Big Tom", from his father's estate in 1956 for $15,500. He must have had regrets about making such a large purchase because among his personal belongs I found after his death, there was an agreement dated in 1957 to list the cottage for sale at $16,900. Thankfully, there weren't any interested buyers or he had sellers remorse because the house stayed in the family for many more years.  ..

It's probably obvious to those of you who know me that I may have the biggest damn head God ever put on a human being. I hate to put this fact out there in case you've missed it but you probably haven't because, well, it's kinda obvious. Some men have great looking football shaped heads. They're lucky. Others have nice baseball shaped noggins and that's great. Me-I have a head like a bowling ball. Extra large. Heavy. It's very pedestrian and commonly found in places where there are smelly red, white and blue rental shoes, stale beer, painted cinder block walls and bad food. Yep-bowling alleys. There's where you'll commonly see men with my kind of head. But that's not really me (I hope). My head doesn't fit me. Damn. What does one do when their head doesn't fit their image of themselves?  ..

Am I Offically The Adult in This Crowd???  ..

And It Happens Again.... ..

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Moogfest, 21C, Aretha and Me  ..