Live Blogging.....

It's homecoming night here in the big Dick-son. A bit after dark I fired up the coals and roasted a couple ears of corn and grilled some chicken whilst listening to the Dickson County High School football game from across the way. The stadium is about a half mile away as the crow flies, and I was able to recognize half-time due to the music breaks.

I also recognized the end of the game when the band played the Alma-mater and there was a sing-along and a big cheer after that.

A few minutes after the Alma-mater, while having a bite of dinner on the loading dock, I listened to the roar and rubber squealing of pick-up trucks and sub-compact racers leaving the high-school grounds. Some major teen testosterone. Soon after that those same vehicles were bombing about down-town here.

Hey, don't get me wrong, I was that kid. But, what I'm hoping is that after the overnight hours leading into Saturday morning, I don't see that news story about that horrifying tragedy of a crash that kills two or three or four students just after their high-school homecoming game.