It’s a straight shot to Gainesville from Atlanta, and we made sweet time through the pines and peanut stands and Orlando Vacation Bureau outlets of southern Georgia and north Florida. South of Macon, the landscape sprawls out pretty nicely, the traffic dies and the highway moves fast. Once you get to Florida, they give you three lanes to work with on each side, and it can become something of a speedway what with all the winterbirds and Disneyheads. I’ve enjoyed some good drives in this corridor over the last couple of years, watching sunsets flicker through the pines while listening to local radio glubs fumble their way through the call of Valdosta High baseball games. Got to Common Grounds, checked and strolled around to a couple of restaurants until we finally got served. The venue’s moved since I was last here a couple years ago, and has improved its whole situation nicely. The staff was great and the show went pretty well, but maybe some of the crowd had spring training on their minds? Loaded out and found our way to one of those Ramadas that our grandfolks might’ve stayed in back in the day – all separated buildings, one story, with lodge-like beams and decor in the rooms. The woman at the desk would eventually suspect that I stole a remote. I did not. Fell asleep and dreamt of spring training.