I had a good nights sleep and woke up to rain… Which I knew was coming. It forced me to stay in bed an extra hr… Luckily by the time was ready to check out, was all bundled up, and dug up the courage to face the rain and shove off, the rain was already beginning to die down. So my first rain ride was super light. I ate at a Waffle House brimming with local types. Had a talk with a fella there who was a regular named Bernie. Asked him the likelihood they’d let me perform my crazy Shakespeare in there. He told me probably not, that those kind of folks wouldn’t care much for Shakespeare, and neither did he. I did ask the manager, a sweet faced young fella and he told me he’d like to see my show but couldn’t let me perform there. too bad… Before I left had a final chat with Bernie.

He said when I said Shakespeare, he thought of guys in tights declaiming. I told him Shakespeare is about people like him, people like us, not just people who went to college, or Live in villas. Told him a story bout. An old dad, giving out his inheritance to his daughters. He asks them to tell him how much they love him. The two oldest gush about how they love him more than anything, but the last daughter, about to be married tells Dad she loves him as much as a daughter should, but is saving some love for her husband. Well hearing this, Dad flips out, takes the youngest’s inheritance away and gives it to the oldest, and tells the youngest she is dead to him. A father jealous of his daughters’ being married? Who can’t relate to that? Bernie and the waitress eavesdropping thought that and interesting point.

About 2 hrs into my ride the rain was done and sun was shining. The roads were super bumpy today… Met another street artist, Charley, who did incredible carvings. Couple miles down the road I crossed the THREE MILE bridge into Pensacola, which is a gorgeous and fascinating town, at least the downtown section. A young lady named Eaven agreed to host me for the night, but not until 9, so I spent a few hours trying to make a show happen. But Pensacila is… picture a elegant, demure, wealthy young woman of 19, from old old money, who has never explored outside of her social or cultural circle, and yearns to, but doesn’t dare scandalize mother and father. That young woman is downtown Pensacola…

I did finally find a couple frim Tennessee near the pier who asked me to take a picture of them. I convinced them to let me do a scene for them as a Valentine’s Day/anniversary present. They were sweet enough to oblige me, and film it… I should have gotten footage of them… Not my best work, but at least I got a performance in…

Off to Mobil tomm.. That’s all I got. More to come.