{"id":1211,"date":"2015-11-12T13:45:00","date_gmt":"2015-11-12T13:45:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2015\/11\/12\/steve-martin-the-steep-canyon-rangers"},"modified":"2017-09-14T06:49:36","modified_gmt":"2017-09-14T12:49:36","slug":"steve-martin-the-steep-canyon-rangers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1211","title":{"rendered":"Steve Martin & the Steep Canyon Rangers"},"content":{"rendered":"
I tucked in my shirt, straightened my tie,and caught a cursory glance of myself in the mirror.<\/div>\n
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Time to hail a taxi and head to The Kennedy Center for the performing arts.<\/div>\n
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Big city life in an onslaught of twinkling lights and towering buildings of history puts me at ease. I step out of the fanciful lobby and raise my hand for ride.<\/div>\n
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The cabbies in DC have been my favorite, so friendly and quiet. He drops me off and I see the sign I’ve been dreaming about since the beginning of summer.<\/div>\n
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The great hall humbles me as I search for my theater. Well dressed women and men of importance flood the entrance.<\/div>\n
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I find my seat in on a balcony with several other chairs strewn about. I settle in to a front and center view, and then gawk at the setting before me.<\/div>\n
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I had first heard of Steve Martin when I was just a kid. My best friend had the “Wild and Crazy Guy” on tape and we would play it into the wee night in the back of his Dad’s camper.<\/div>\n
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I can’t describe the pure magic of the evening, so I won’t even try.<\/div>\n
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The night ends and I find myself on the edge of the Potomac river, the wind light and the city mood playful.<\/div>\n
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Back in the hotel bar, a glass of red in hand, and I think back to past few hours, and savor the night.<\/div>\n
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