were the wee hours breakfasts on the drive home.
hundreds of middle of the night drives home listening to Art Bell on the radio.

. And, of course, we nearly always stopped for breakfast.
Most of our gigs were social events meaning - - great food! We were always invited to eat... so we did. But.... the drive home breakfasts were my favorite. We played this one gig every Friday night for about 5 years and stopped at the same Denny's on the way home. The waitress got to know us well, VERY well. I didn't even have to order... none of us did. We'd take our seats and she'd put our order in.
I was about to say, Steve, that you can't imagine how much I miss those days... but you know as well as I do.
