I’m down south again. Down in the cut. At a little juke joint where the drinks are stiff, the music smooth and the crowd full of regulars. It’s the type of place where the bartender knows everyone’s name..and everyone’s business. Jack and a splash of coke for me. I need that brown liquor to soothe my nerves after a long flight and even longer week. I’m good now. I’m where I should be and the band is playing the soundtrack to my weekend.