has always been on my bucket list. As long as I can remember there was an untamed desire to visit this beautiful country. But all the con- tradictions like Poor/Rich, Black/White, North/South, the violence, the guns, the school shootings, racial issues, homeless peo- ple, all featured daily in the media, held me back. Until a few years ago there was no good “explainable” reason for me, other than the urge to go, to take the risk and get disap- pointed. In 2014, I got infected with the

“Smoke” virus. Since that first show in my hometown Hengelo, Netherlands, I’ve seen many shows across Europe, met fantastic brothers and sisters, made new friendships and heard great music…. and there still was the urge, now with a good reason. For me, there are three “Divine” shows.

The first one that I visited was the Shed in 2017. Brothers and Sisters that I only knew from Facebook took care of me. They gave me a warm Southern welcome. I had such a great time in Maryville. The third one, still on my bucket list is Red Rocks. Then there was the second one, The Tabby. After the “Brother and Sisterhood” of the Shed with interna- tional travelers from Europe and Australia, I had to plan a trip to Atlanta. I started it with the intention to surprise everyone, just show up at the Thanksgiving dinner, and say hello, I am back. That would have been so much fun, but it was impossible for me to keep it a secret.

I flew in from Amsterdam on Thursday

evening. Brother Mark picked me up from the airport and drove me to my hotel. After a swift check in, Mark took me to the Thanks- giving Dinner. I was kind of late, but there were still quite a few brothers and sisters. They gave me a warm welcome. I felt at home right away. Ralph and Irene, thanks for sav- ing me some food! It was good to see my American brothers and sisters again, it was

International Brothers & Sisters. Ralph, Renata,

Irene with Henry in the back. (Photo Courtesy Henry Bos)

good to see my UK brothers and sisters again, it was good to see my Brazilian-Aussie sister again.

Friday, T-day. I heard so many things

about the pre-party, the parking lot. The weather wasn’t that great, it drizzled all day, people came out and went in again. Talked to many brothers and sisters who gave me a spe- cial feeling. Is it really that special to travel half the world to see your favorite band? It obviously is. After all, the parking lot, the un- comfortable interview (for the DVD), seeing so many brothers and sisters again, was fun. The show at the Tabby that evening was, in one word, fabulous. Almost three hours of brilliant music. The day after was a special one too.

Macon was on the program. We visited H&H Diner, the Big House and Rose Hill Cemetery where we took some awesome pictures. By co- incidence we walked in Gallery West where


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