We never know who will be there, how many, or even what to expect beyond, whomever arrives will want to have a great time. \u00a0We do know that.<\/p>\n
Bumper’s is a party destination. \u00a0Most everyone has a smile on when they come ashore. \u00a0They gather to relax, refuel and share a story or two with their friends, family or stranger.<\/p>\n
After our second summer of entertaining on the\u00a0glorious banks of the Clinton River, we do know that.<\/p>\n
Last night was no exception, as we arrived as we usually do with no clear idea just what lay ahead. \u00a0The parking lot was barren, only an hour before we were to entertain.<\/p>\n
However, as began to set up our gear, the boats began docking and people started to fill the tables and stools. \u00a0By the time we were ready to light up the first song, there was a group of revelers ready to fill their bellies with ale and delights from the kitchen.<\/p>\n
Although apparently there was a big fund raising event the previous night, it looked as though the weather was going to be perfect. \u00a0A factor that was sure to bring in a big crowd, even though it was only a mere \u00a0Thursday evening.<\/p>\n
We began tentatively enough; with our old stand-by Jimmy Buffett<\/strong> to lean on. \u00a0He never lets us down. \u00a0Jimmy<\/strong>, Bob<\/strong> and Johnny<\/strong> all had a hand in the first set. \u00a0Creedence<\/strong>, Young<\/strong> and Phillips<\/strong> grabbed hold of the second. \u00a0Before we knew it, the entire deck was filled, frenetic and fun.<\/p>\n Once again, Carl and I simply tried to hold on and go where the crowd willed us to go.<\/p>\n The only thing that we could do was to keep stoking their enthusiastic fires with more and more music. \u00a0Before we knew it, the moon was up and bathing the entire riverside in the warm, summer glow of well earned happiness.<\/p>\n With the sounds of Bob Marley’s<\/strong> one-world urgings of “One Love<\/strong><\/em>” reverberating down the water, we closed our eventful evening. \u00a0Everyone was happy. \u00a0Well everyone we could see by the soft moonlight. \u00a0Our job was done. \u00a0Time to pack it all up, throw it back in the van until tomorrow night.<\/p>\n We might not know what to expect when we arrive at some of our shows; but we can usually count on what will happen when we give our all through our music.<\/p>\n I guess it our way of restoring some order to thus unpredictable world.<\/p>\n Rb<\/p>\n Just another Thursday evening at Bumper’s Landing in Harrison Township. What do we mean by that? Who knows. \u00a0We have no idea what we mean. \u00a0Thursday night, or Friday or any night at Bumper’s for that matter. \u00a0It makes no difference what night of the week it is, we are just as clueless on a…<\/p>\n<\/a>
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