Last Friday I saw Dicky Betts, formerly of The Allman Brothers, at a dive bar/theater in Charlotte. Interesting crowd, about 70% men, half of them my age or older. Half of the old dudes were variations of Dr. Phil in old concert Ts. The other half, the ones who never gave up and went to work for the bank, were on the Undertaker-ZZ Top continuum. Even the roadie who at one point came onstage just to light a big hand-rolled for Dicky, was a well-groomed, trim, middle aged man, like a guy who'd taken his buy-out and was now living his dream, "I'm on Dicky's bus!"

This post introduces a new category, Here Be Dragons, to identify posts from the world outside New York.

Oh, and it's official, I have now been flirted with by someone young enough to be my son!