9th of September – 2nd day at the Wabbit
Second day in Childress. We started with a massive breakfast at the Kettle. Then we headed to do the old town. Knut and Vibeke remembered some shops and a café. Getting there, it had turned into a shanty town. All those beautiful old buildings and beautiful red-brick laid streets, was almost deserted for Walmarts bleak chilled charm.
Accompanied us during our time in old town was the sound of passing trains and the lonesome hollow thoooot- thoooth. Stig talked to a “railman” about the endless trains. He told at the most they had 126 wagons, and three locomotives. Stig wondered how long it took to halt the train to a stop. The railman said; “We start using the brakes as soon as we get going”. Takes some time then… 
In old town Mona Lisa and Svenn got chatting to the one barber / bailbonds man. He had a sign outside his barbershop that said: “In jail? We bail”. He also told that all the brick in the street was laid by one man alone, in 1922.
At a coffeehouse our good friend Devin meet us for a coffee (though Devin don’t drink coffee anymore). When we were fixing to leave we got chatting to some ladies, that had sons who were in world class rodeo. Knut gave the mothers cd’s – because they suggested Shiverbone could play at the world championship in Vegas. And Shiverbone – being adventurous as always – are ready for a weekend in Las Vegas any time!
Evening came awfully quick. The boys got ready earlyish and headed for Wired Wabbit. As the girls readied and prettied themselves, and shared a bottle of chilled Sauvignon blank. Good life!
Shiverbone played for a good crowd of enthusiastic Childressians. Devin song a few with them. All the practicing and previous shows really came together for the S- bone band this cooled – but still warm – autumn nite. The music flowed from passionate band members. The arrangements were tight and eager. Stig even did split jumps the whole evening!
It were a magnificent night at the Wired Wabbit Saloon – both for the listeners and the band.
Back at the hotel the Stig room had a nachtspiel into the wee hours of morning, were the rumors tell tails of a pledge communicated during the rant. The rumor-pledge is said to be stop smoking at the exact moment in putting their feet back on Norwegian soil… A very good rocking night it was!
