Posted By Kent McMillan on 11/30/2008 at 11:57 PM
just got back from a combination business trip and Thanksgiving holiday
in a part of Texas about 400 miles West of Austin. Unfortunately, due
to a confidentiality agreement, I can't divulge many of the details of
the business end except to say that it was to drive around a ranch with
a prospective client.
I can however mention that this
particular client is a musician who has made enough of a pile of money
off the degenerate lifestyles of Louisiana and Mississippi to afford a
pretty big ranch in West Texas. However, her name will have to remain
undisclosed in this account seeing as how I'm sworn to secrecy.
I can tell you that Thanksgiving in Fort Davis was great as always, the weather sunny and beautiful.
Friday, I met this client in a town about twenty miles South of Fort
Davis and we drove out to look at a ranch that she was seriously
thinking about buying. "Cool truck!" she said as I held the door open.
I figured that it didn't hurt a bit either that I had a couple of her
albums in the console, but as we got rolling down the highway, she went
for one of the John Coltrane.
"Say," she asked, "mind if I play this?"
"Just eject what's in there now," I said as one of her CD's slid out of the player.
"So, you listenin' to me and Coltrane, huh?"
suppose I could have mentioned the Joan Osborne album that was also
toward the back of the CD box, but I knew from experience that it was
probably better to let the client do the talking.
"Yeah," I said.
turned out that she knew quite a bit about John Coltrane, certainly a
heckuva lot more than I would have bet. I kept the truck pointed down
the highway to the ranch as she fired into a freeform monologue that
wound through his life and times.
The ranch she had in mind was
actually a pretty nice place. It was (subject to determination by
survey) twenty sections of what looked like fairly decent pasture.
Fine for Wisconsin
December 1, 2008