Divorcee Acres isn't the hippest part of town. I do like it, it has a small town feel to it but I'm just 15 minute drive from town, 20 minutes from the irritatingly hip East Side. The neighborhood is young families on their way up, retirees, and, of course, divorcees. Within three miles are a grocery store, a library, a locally owned pizza joint, and my parents. It's a good location if not exactly a cool location.

So there's also a park nearby, just a scant mile from the house. During the summer they have a concert series with family friendly shows, and often I can hear the shows from my front porch. Recently I commented to my parents that the acts are good and all, but why not have a nice rockabilly band? They assured me there would be one, but I didn't expect it would be THE HILLBILLY FREAKIN CASINO. Yes. Them. Less than a mile from my house. This would be the coolest thing to hit the Acres this year and I made sure that I would be there. Not that that would be a stretch, as I'm not
a big socializer these days.

Dad and I grabbed sandwiches and took the dogs and our portable chairs over to the park early enough to get a good seat. This was not a problem, and I was a little upset that that there wasn't a bigger turnout--the more folks that showed up the more likelyhood that the coolness would be revisited upon the Acres.

Little drama before the show, however. As I mentioned, we took the dogs. Since there weren't a bunch of folks around I just kind of let the dogs wander as far as their leashes would allow, and at one point looked to see Flash over peeing on a lady's purse. Unfortunately the lady also happened to be walking back over after a visit to the SnoCone stand. She freaked, understandably, but was very polite about it. I did offer to replace the purse, she declined. Dad wanted to leave but like hell, I was staying.

The band rocked the park. They were fun, and they did a great job of keeping it family friendly (I was a tad concerned). They even played my request (PBR if you're asking). Dad enjoyed it. Denny sure as hell enjoyed it, barking his approval on a few songs and wagging his tail like crazy. He made friends, getting an ice cube from one couple and a good scratching from another gentleman who allowed a few doggie kisses. Flash--well, he spent time in my lap. He gets a little scared by loud noises.

If they come to your town or you happen to find yourself on Lower Broad late one Friday night I highly recommend, and bring your tippin' money.

Here's hoping for the same next year...

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