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"That brunch was awesome," said Hank.
I merged onto the expressway. "I told you you'd love it."
Uncle Billy stared out the window. "It was okay ... we should have left this morning."
"Relax, Bill," said Hank. "How often do you get to have breakfast at the House of Blues?"
"Now we're behind schedule."
"Don't worry, Uncle, we'll be in Minneapolis by evening." I sped up to pass around a slow moving truck. "We had to eat anyway ... how cool was it to have a full-on gospel group entertain you at the same time?"
"My eggs were cold."
"My food was great," said Hank.
Billy turned to look at Hank in the back seat. "You'd eat road kill and think it was good."
"Well, I liked it ... and the music was fantastic."
"I would have rather seen a regular blues act."
"Come on, Bill ... you have to admit ... they rocked that joint ... I saw your foot tapping."
Billy turned back to look out of the windshield. "I said it was okay."
I eased back into the right lane. "Well, I was blown away ... that was one of the most inspirational performances I've ever seen."
"It moved me," said Hank, "and I don't usually go in for that kind of thing."
"It makes a difference when you see it live," I said.
Billy nodded. "Yeah, I remember the time I saw Buddy Guy at the House of Blues ..."
Hank interrupted, "Wait ... you've been to the House of Blues before?"
Billy swung around to look at Hank. "Of course ... many times."
"I don't remember you mentioning the House of Blues before, Uncle."
Billy turned back toward me. "I don't tell you everything, boy."
"Yeah, but something like that? You know how much I like music ... I would've been interested."
"When the hell did you see Buddy Guy?" asked Hank.
Billy thought for minute. "I think it was 1991."
"Uncle, the House of Blues didn't open in Chicago until 1996."
"Well, maybe it wasn't at the House of Blues ..."
"Wait a minute, Bill ... didn't you and what's her name ... go with Cal and me to see Buddy Guy at that bar in Detroit ... what was the name of that place ...?"
Billy got silent.
"That was it ... you, me, Cal, and that woman you were dating at the time ... what the heck was her name ... saw Buddy Guy at Baker's ... I remember it."
"Step on it, boy ... I told Sarah we'd meet her for dinner tonight," said Billy.