"To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield"
- Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1833

"live deep and suck out all the marrow of life"
- Henry David Thoreau, 1845

"Some guys, they just give up living
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up,
And go racin' in the streets."
- Bruce Springsteen, 1977

"...to the heart, there's no time for you to waste.
You won't find your precious answers now
by staying in one place."
- Frank Turner, 2009

"The best things in life aren't things.
They're living and breathing."
- Michael Franti , 2011

"I owned every second that this world could give,
I saw so many places, the things that I did"
- Ryan Tedder of OneRepublic, 2014

All written content and photos by Rob Fulfer unless otherwise indicated.

Saturday, May 17, 2008


2nd Annual Nashville Crawfish Boil - Friday night, May 16th It took a couple dozen crawfish for Rob to get his method down, but once he did those little freshwater lobsters didn't stand a chance. WARNING: The next sentence is gonna sound somewhat dirty, so get your snickering out of the way now. The Rob-method for eating boiled crawfish is to twist them apart, pinch the tail to expose the meat, suck out the meat, chase the meat with a suck of the head (that's where all the spices are) and then chuck the carcass on to the banks of the Cumberland River (good thing those waterbugs are biodegradeable). Speaking of dirty, Ashlee thought they tasted like sand and was not a big fan, but she gave them a solid try along with our friend, Lisa, who we ran into when we arrived at the festival. 3 Doors Down put on a pretty good show in terms of outdoor festival concerts. The sound wasn't spectacular and their set wasn't very long, but that's to be expected at this type of event. We upgraded to the "VIP" section of the festival thanks to a Ticketmaster gift card we got for Christmas from our friends, Craig and Alison. It was all the crawfish you could eat, private viewing area (not as close to the stage as we figured, but roomy at least) and private bathrooms (if you call 5oo people private - but it did beat using the port-o-potties). Probably the neatest thing was how we got to and from the festival in Nashville from our home in Lebanon which is a half-hour away. We took Nashville's first commuter railway, The Nashville Star, downtown and then hired a car service to bring us back (unfortunately the train returns much too early to use it as a way home after a real night on the town). A little pricey perhaps and we couldn't do it all the time, but when you consider paying for and finding parking in downtown Nashville, current gas prices to burn your own fuel and eliminating the risk of a DUI - it was worth every penny....and our driver, Graham, was a hoot.

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