I Was Born in the Back Seat of a Greyhound Bus

     When my son was young, we would ride along in my car jammin’ to the hits of the 70s – my era.  One of my favorites is The Allman Brothers Band and “Ramblin’ Man.”  However, my precious son, in his sincerity and limited vocabulary of a child heard  only words he knew.  So the song “Ramblin’ Man” became Lambdin Man.

“Lord I was born a Lambdin Man.”

  You can see how it worked in his life.

   So in one of those quirks of fate, the Midwest Travel Writers Association and Society of American Travel Writers scheduled conferences almost at the same time in two different Georgian cities.

   We started out in Macon Georgia, the home of the Allman Brothers Band.  Somehow none of their hard core fans really understood or appreciated the “Lambdin Man” story.

   I’ve traveled the Antebellum Trail up through Milledgeville and Watkinsville to Athens, and will be writing stories about all of these great places.  Athens, too, is the home of some great bands, such as REM and the B-52s, but they don’t sing “Lambdin Man”, so sorry, they don’t get much space in my blog post.

   However, one story that got a lot of attention in my blog post last fall, and was a result of an MTWA conference, was a story in the Kansas City Star from the MTWA conference in Door County Wisconsin.  Remember fish boils? 

   I’ve re-purposed that story now for Suite101.com, so check it out there.

   Well, in toot toot mode, which the experts tell us we must do, I won a little award for that story at the MTWA conference, and another award called “Releasing Your Inner Emeril” that can be seen on my website now.

  Over the next few weeks/months, I’ll be working on stories from all over Georgia, so stand by for my moaning and groaning as I look for the right angle, the right editor, the right outlet for these works. 

  In the meantime, if your travels take you to Georgia, this Lambdin woman has been there/done that, rolling down Highway 41.