Sara Schwabe and the Yankee Jass Band jam during the Christmas party. I took only a few photos. I put the camera down after this, got distracted and never got around to picking it up again. But this photo is proof that the elusive and frightening Phil Pollard was running amok in KnoxVegas, performing unnatural acts with flexitones and terrifying small children. A good time was had by all …
I was worried about how the new house would work out. After 10 years in Hardin Valley, we had everything down to a science and knew exactly how to set up for the party. But the new digs were more than capable of handling the crowd. In fact, it had a cool way of dividing the party into three or four areas. Smokers were on the back porch. Band fans were in the great room. Rowdy types gathered downstairs at the Wet-Bar-turned-Tequila-Bar. And there as the inevitable bottleneck in the kitchen.
