Not A Giant Red Party Bus

I think Big Guy thought the Greyhound bus line and I were having too much fun. So Monday, he and his work buddies loaded up a coach bus of their own to head south. He says, they were looking at plots. And I'm sure they checked out a few fields, as surprisingly, for Big Guy and his research intense friends, looking at plants grow is fun. Between plot stops, I don't think they buried their noses in scholarly journals or field data. I've already seen a brief bit of video from the B.B. King Museum in Memphis loaded onto Facebook by one traveler. No documentation of educational statues of blues/jazz legends, rather the real thing (although not B.B. himself) jamming on stage. The video was too grainy to see if Big Guy or anyone else I know leapt onto the stage to jam. But as the band sounded darn good, I suspect there was no audience assist. Big Guy has been mostly silent during this two-day southern swing. He called once to say his phone broke. He didn't say he tossed it off a two-story high balcony onto concrete below. Not that THAT has ever happened. He returns home today. I'll pry out a few more details. But already I've heard what I want to hear. Big Guy, according to Big Guy, claimed a seat close to the front of the bus. That would be among the "well-behaved." Riding Greyhound confirmed that while back-of-the-bus riders may (or may not) graduate high school, there's a reason why they sit as far from the front as possible.