I Can Write A Memoir

AKA the day I met Eddie Money

I was reading a memoir by a fellow Woodford Countian and thought that my life, though not as name dropping as hers, merits a memoir too.

Then I read a Facebook post about an upcoming event in Lexington at a place I use to work, and the background was semi wrong. The only person they could actually get information from began working there 20 years after  the events reported on!

I put a snappy reply outlining my involvement in the time line written about. The actual name of the club in the later 1970's, some of the people who passed thru there and name dropped. Imagine that! Not that I have any contact with the people I referred to, just that I was there and that I witnessed a lot of stuff in my short tenure at the club.

Another part of my colorful past that may or may not be of interest to anyone but me. Then again, as the case is over and over. I may be wrong.

I could always embellish like I did about meeting Eddie Money. Now, I did meet Eddie at the above mentioned venue and the encounter I recreated was all true but the final detail. Eddie did not give us tickets to see him opening for the Stones in 1978, but it sure added to my memory of him.

My true memory in my minds eye was an average looking guy with some strange eyes and long hair and wearing white clogs. And he was very nice.

I have a memoir in me.