Do you ever get a song in your head that you just can’t shake? Are you like me and do you walk around singing the song for days even if you don’t know all the lyrics praying to God for an end to the torment?
This weekend Amy, Cole, Jacob and I traveled to St. Augustine to finish up a little school shopping (Joy! Joy! I just love shopping! Can you hear the sarcasm?). Every time we travel near or to St. Augustine it has become somewhat of a tradition for us to eat at Cole’s favorite restaurant at the World Golf Village. The eatery is simply called Caddyshack and is owned by actor Bill Murray and his brothers. Bill played the role of Carl, assistant groundskeeper, in the movie Caddyshack. The interior of the restaurant reminds me of a golf course clubhouse gone awry, starting with a wrecked golf cart in the façade near the entrance of the building. Caddyshack has a fun atmosphere and the food is not too shabby either. It is one of the few restaurants that I know of where you can actually order a plate of pot roast and trust me it is a plateful. Enough about Caddyshack or they are going to owe me a free meal.
As most of you are aware I recommitted my life to serving God a number of years back and every since that time I’ve had a personal conviction about secular music and stopped listening to it; I mainly listen to contemporary Christian music now. However, I must admit that every once in a while when a song I don’t like comes on the Christian station I turn over and listen to a little beach-type music.
On Friday evening we stopped at the restaurant and as usual the place was packed. There seemed to be a few more partakers around the bar than usual and there was a live band. The hostess found us a table near the back of the main room at the restaurant well away from the bar area and the band. However, the band must have had the sound system cranked all the way up as we could barely hear each other at the table. I hate to admit this because I like loud music, but it was almost too loud for me.
As we ordered our meal I noticed that a few of the bar participants were going over to the band and asking to sing. The band obliged and a few of these inebriated folks should have never been given a microphone to talk, much less sing. “Bless’em Lord.”
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