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Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
We'd never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes, we drove off into the sunset lookin' for another place to put the garbage -- Arlo Guthrie

Submitted: November 06, 2019

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What do James Taylor, yours truly, and Anton, my Russian real estate agent have in common?  Nothing, except this.
 
It all started on November 20, 1993.  I was driving from Lily Flagg to Auburn, Alabama, to watch the annual Iron Bowl.  For those living across the border, that is a football game between Auburn University and the University of Alabama.
 
As I turned off Highway 280, heading west to Auburn, I had James Taylor on the CD player.
 
"The first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston"
 
The ensuing party caused loss of memory regarding most of that day.  But I remember two things.  Frank Sanders leaping into the air, catching a touchdown pass on fourth down from Patrick Nix to seal the victory.  I almost fell out of the upper deck.  Nix was the backup quarterback and that was his first play after starter Stan White went down with an injury.
 
The other thing I remember is drinking beer at Denaro's, a bar in downtown Auburn.  My favorite local band, Muse, was on stage.  My buddy tapped me on the shoulder, pointed his finger, and said, "Look who's here."  Auburn football coach Terry Bowden, his wife, and some assistant coaches were sitting a few tables away.
 
Next thing I knew, Bowden was on the stage.  The band backed him up while he sung Sweet Baby James.  One of the songs I'd listened to a few hours earlier.
 
Turns out, Bowden was a good coach but a lousy recruiter.  Also, he sings well enough to be on The Masked Singer, but he'd get voted off pretty early.  And that's all I have to say about that.
 
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Fast forward to yesterday.  I am voting for the first time in my new home, East Northampton.  The lady at the desk says, "You look like James Taylor."  I'm pretty sure I don't but I wasn't going to argue with her.
 
Here's where the story comes together.  A few weeks ago, I bought some Nike socks at the Marshall's, just south of me in Lenox.  I'd decided to buy more socks so my plan was to vote, then head down to Lenox and do some shopping.  Who lives in Lenox, Massachusetts?  Mr. James Taylor himself.
 
Where does Anton, my Russian real estate agent fit in?  He drew the picture of me.
 
This fits in somewhere:  Bo Nix, son of Patrick Nix, is the starting quarterback at Auburn this year.


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