Trixie. Rich Feridun, or Rico as he's been called, red-haired smooth guitar player of the Tearjerks, bought me this air freshener a few years ago at a highway truckstop. Rich and I would have this game where we'd spend a few bucks on each other and buy surprise truck stop gifts. We both have an impressive collection of sculpted eagles with American flags or loinclothed native americans and bears and turtles all holding aloft some patriotic symbol. You know: those $1.99 snowglobes or paperweights you find next to the rack of monogrammed keychains or shotglasses with state flags? I'm sure I bought Rich once a pink truckers' hat that said "I love Jesus" and he bought me a pamphlet on Sin & Repentance. I love truck stops. So Rich decided that I needed a hula girl, a hula girl with moxie. So we named her Trixie and she has driven with us all over the country. I've decided I should have a Trixie column for this blog. Where is Trixie now kind of thing....In this 2nd photo, Trixie is in Blue Ridge, Georgia, hanging out on the porch of the cabin where I'm going to play a concert... In the 3rd, well, she's just enjoying happy hour...
So stay tuned....
4 comments:
Thank you for introducing us to the story behind Trixie — and thank you for sharing your tapestry of stories and song last night from the little cabin in Blue Ridge, Georgia. A very special evening with some very special people. Happy trails to you — and Trixie! :-)
Randy Fullerton (atuuschaaw)
Welcome to Blue Ridge Trixie. We need more gals like you; won't you stay for a spell? Oh well...
We should have had a special seat for Trixie!
lol. I remember a story about someone stealing Pink Flamingoes off someones yard, Photographing them around the country and sending the photos to the owner, and then finally returning the Pink Flamingoes. I wish I could remember where I heard that story. What a fun thing to do.
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