There have been a few things I've been able to check off my life's "To Do" list over the past few years.
I played the Augusta National Golf Club. I've seen the Barenaked Ladies, live in concert. Willie Nelson and George Jones, too.
Saturday night, I added one more check mark.
I pulled myself away from the newspaper long enough Saturday to cruise down to the Imperial Theatre and watch Old Crow Medicine Show perform.
Before the show, I ran into the guys outside their tour bus and mentioned the Blind Willie Festival to them.
Kevin Secor, who plays harmonica, banjo, guitar and sings for Old Crow, lit up at the mention of the famous blues musician. The band doesn't include one of his songs on their regular sets, he said, but they've got several Blind Willie tunes in their repertoire.
An hour or so later, the band rocked the Imperial. The best part was the crowd: It was a strong mix of young and old, all jamming to the bluegrass-blues-roots-rock concoction from the Nashville band.
(By the way, up next at the Imperial is Corey Smith on July 25. If you haven't heard of the Athens musician, look him up. He usually sells out the Imperial, so grab your tickets now.)
Hours before the big show, I sat in my living room smiling as I saw an athlete that finally got it right.
University of Georgia Bulldog defensive end Jeremy Lomax was arrested for carrying a concealed weapon and speeding recently in Athens.
He went to jail, posted bail and went home. Then, he did something unexpected as an athlete. Mr. Lomax called the Athens-Clarke County police and apologized.
"They were just doing their job," he told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. "I am not mad or upset with them. It was just my mistake. I thought one thing and it was another. I am mainly just frustrated with myself."
Jeremy Lomax may never play in the NFL. He may never be a superstar as a Bulldog.
But he did something memorable: He made a mistake, admitted to it, and took full responsibility.
And that's a lesson everyone can learn from.
Meanwhile, welcome to summer. Each day the temperatures hover above 90 degrees, I swear I feel a year older.
And I'm slowly moving up on the curmudgeon scale, already to the point that the extent of my daily exercise output is limited to sitting around and complaining about the heat.
I guess next will be sitting out in front of my house yelling at people to slow down and stay off of my lawn.
Problem is, it's too dadgum hot to be outside.