We took a morning drive from Brevard, over the Pisgah Forest and the Blue Ridge Parkway to visit Rob and Anna Watson, who had a bass and amp Bruce could use at the reunion. Rob has quite a model and train collection (photos inserted for Alex), and then we spent one night in Brevard having dinner at the wonderful Quixote restaurant. A lot of changes in Brevard in 60 years.
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| At Pounding Mill Overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway, the spot where Dad and Mom's ashes have been scattered. |
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| Alway, always breathtaking. |
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| Some of Rob's train collection. |
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| At a Cuban sandwich shop Anna, Rob, Bruce, Bill |
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| At Quixote |
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| The White Squirrel, a species found in this region, has become a symbol of Brevard. |
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| No longer the courthouse, but on the NRHP. Also, the canon that we threw cherry bombs in is gone. Here is where I paid my fine for flipping the 53 Hudson. |
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| And here is the door where the "Sound Shop" used to be, Dad's effort to bring good stereo, and classical records, to Brevard Don was not with us downtown, still testing positive for Covid. More to come! |
