He gets a call from his daughter just as we rolled into the parking space. She’s at a party in Sheffield and wants him to pick her up when it’s over. “What time is it over?” He said around 11, it only 9 something now. Part of me wanted to get out and find a standing spot at BB, the other part wanted to revisit Sheffield. I had a little time to decide while I finished my soup. Drivah A said if we go now (takes about 25 minutes to get there) we can be back before the party at BB kicks off. I agreed to take the ride and maybe dance a little should the spirit moves me.
The ride was actually pleasant as I sipped the rum & club soda I kept in reserve. Again, he’s not a talker nor did he mind my silence. The lyrics from the music being played were enough words to be heard.
In no time, it seemed, we were turning down the narrow, beat-up back-road to the party field. He found a spot parallel the wired fence between a car and motorcycle. I could feel the thump of the loud bass blasting from four corners of the huge yard. It was dark back there, but I had a good view of the action outside the car…and there was PLENTY! I couldn’t see the field from where we were parked, but the movement in my sights would keep me from being bored while we wait..
following along her...thanks for the journey 
