The Gold Rush

As promised, here is my story regarding "The Gold Rush". Scherie had been telling me that she has met so many great people at The Gold Rush. She suggested that I meet her there sometime. I told her "no, I did that "scene" and it was ugly. About a year ago, perhaps longer, not sure, anyway, my daughter went to Disneyland with her school group and I was left alone for the first time in a long time. It was on my grandaughter's birthday. As I was talking to my grandaughter in NC and then to her mom, I explained my lonliness I was experiencing at the time. My then daughter-in-law expressed to me that I was still young and I should get out and have fun. So I did. I drove downtown to "BB King's". Being terrible about directions, the way I drive somewhere, I reverse the directions to get home. Anyway, I drove down to 2nd avenue. Parked my car and a stranger was there in the parking lot. He paid my way into the club. He bought me 2 long island tea's. We danced. Ok. That was enough. I was ready to go home. This "scene" wasn't for me. I started driving the same way I had came, which for me, wasn't good. 2nd avenue is a one way street. Immediately I was pulled. Had no problem taking the breathalyzer test. I failed and went to jail. I had to call my son to come and bail me out. I was in torment for a very long time. I car pooled my daughter and 2 others to school every day. How could I lose my license? When I called an attorney, he asked me, "what do you want to happen?" I told him I wanted it to go away. The first court appearance the district attorney wanted me to go to jail for 7 days and lose my license for a year. My attorney declined and had it held over for the next trial date. The next trial date we found out that the arresting officer had retired. The judge continued the trial and subpoened the officer. The next date, scared too death, yet, the officer did not show up. There was no one to accuse me of the crime. It was dismissed. So, no, I do not drink and drive. I learned my lesson.

I could not believe I actually told this story to a co-worker. Yet, she was very understanding and said to me, "Holly, I will come and get you. You do not have to drive."

"The Gold Rush" held memories of Bob. He would go there after work. Driving home one night afterwards, he called me. He said, "my foot is stuck on the acceralater, I am doing 85, 90, 95". I said, "take your foot off the pedal". Thank god he did.

The night Scherie and I went to "The Gold Rush", I met so many interesting people. The first, he was absolutely gorgeous, "pretty boy" is what I said to Scherie. He was a stone mason who lives in CA in a sailboat. There was someone who works at channel 2 news there. Then there was Bart. He sat and told me his story of how his girlfriend was in France, and he was heartbroken. He is a video producer who tried living in France but says he belongs here in Nashville. Then there was Charlie. Charlie is a very quiet songwriter. I played pool with a man whom I do not recall his name, only the fact that I actually beat him playing pool.

To sum it up, there are so many talented beings surrounding me. To be a small part of their lives is a blessing.

The first painting was what I painted after my first court appearance. It is entitled "Letting Go". I came home that day and removed all my paintings, piled them up, stating I was only a small speck. Who was I to think I was anything more? The second painting was what I painted entitled "Playing" the night before my arrest.