PART TWO

It was a sticky muggy Talle evening so I opted to wear a lightweight tan wrap-a-round sarong skirt with a leopard shell and leopard sandals.  I also donned a summer straw leopard stingy brim.  I have always loved hats but truth be known I hate messing with my hair and a hat is the perfect answer.  

I heard a knock at the door and opened it to see Mitchell and Fenton.  Mitchell was dressed in dark wash denim jeans and a polo shirt. Fent was dressed to the 'T' as usual his alligator boots shined to the max.

"Come in I want to show you the directions I printed out from mapquest."  I handed it to Fenton since he was the Driver.

"You clean up real nice I've never seen you in a skirt before."  Mitchell observed.

"You ain't so bad yourself...and Fent is always sharp." 

Mitchell sat at the dining room table while Fent went over the Directions.  

"Did y'all know that French Town was settled by Black Folks right after the Civil War? And the word Tallahassee means 'old friends' and/or 'old towns' in Muskogean Indian Language?   I waited to see their response.  

They were both under-whelmed and grunted their response.  

"I always wanted to know what Billy Joe McCallister threw off the Tallahachee Bridge though."  Mitchell jokingly asked.

"Let's not go there I have an ongoing debate about that with someone."  

"They should have threw Billy Joe's azz off that bridge." Fenton muttered under his breath.  

Mitchell and I chuckled at that remark.  

"Um PeeCee I'm looking at this map and the directions and I think I recognize this place." 

"Really?" 

"When we first got here I was exploring and got lost ended up on this long-azz dirt road..."

He had me and Mitchell's full attention.

"If memory serves this club is actually an old chicken coop that was renovated into a so-called Blues Club." 

"No way." Mitchell laughed.  

"It was at night and dark but I know a Chicken Coop when I see one."  

"I don't think that's the place we're looking for Celebrities and such frequent this place.  There's always articles in the local paper."

"Well you do know Celebrities like to slum with peons sometimes." Fenton always had an answer.  

"Well this head out so we make it for the early set." 

Fenton stuck the paper directions in his jacket pocket and headed for the door.  

Mitchell hung back and got the door for me.  

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We traveled through downtown Talle and kept going until we came to a fork in the road.  On the Highway sign was the street and our exit.  Soon we were in a deserted area but followed the dirt road.

It was dusk and everything took on a spooky appearance but I was too excited to be concerned about that.  We spotted the address we were looking for in a building sitting back from the road.  

"This IS the same road I got lost on."  Fenton confirmed.  

It was early so there were only a few cars there.  Mitchell opened the door for me and we walked toward the building.  

Up close I could see that it was indeed a renovated chicken coop..the chicken wire in the walls was visible through the pale yellow stucco they used.  The building had no foundation and was perched atop cinder blocks.  

There was a hand painted sign on the front of the building with photos of both Bluesmen:  Biscuit Head VS Bad Bembe.   

A Blues Throw Down in French Town it read. 

A few feet from the entrance Mitchell and Fenton stopped I kept moving forward but looked behind me at them.  

I walked back and put my arms through each one of their's with me in the middle and urged them forward.  

"Oh Lawd please protect us!"  Fenton whispered.  

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