||The tea party in Perdido was a very special occasion, indeed. Jackie is bringing us Typhoo from London so we can have our tea at this years gathering on sunday afternoon. I'm still holding out hope that Chris F talks Karen into coming with him from Australia. I suppose we should also have Sumatra coffee, good idea!
Here's my Mickey-Sumatra story:
Several years ago, when Mickey and Jack were touring Texas, they were booked at the Kerrville Folk Festival. I lived in Bandera at the time, but was moving the same weekend of the festival. I had been in contact with Mick, trying to help him get a motor home back stage at the festival. The day before the scheduled performance, I had moved a load of my "stuff" in a trailer including a barbeque pit, which, when I opened the trailer, fell out and bounced off my foot, breaking my big toe. Of course I wasn't going to miss the festival, so I drove the 90 miles to Kerrville the next day with my throbbing toe propped up on the dashboard. After I checked in to my room at the hotel, I called Mickey, to see if he needed anything, and he asked for a cup of Sumatra. I got out the phonebook, wondering where in Kerrville I was going to find it, and lo and behold, actually found a place that had it and agreed to make a pot. I hobbled over and picked it up and showed up on Mickey's doorstep with his coffee, apologizing for being barefooted because of my injury. He took one look at my foot and INSISTED on bandaging it. This was our first argument, which as you can guess, I lost. I ended up with a bandaid on my toe, and then he played and sang "Long Road Home" for me and sipped his coffee. A magic moment (sigh)