Today holds near and dear to our hearts. For my eleven years in NYC, my pop and I had made it a tradition to attend The Allman Brothers Beacon Theater run. Yesterday, we were off to Macon Georgia to volunteer at The Big House – Allman Brothers Museum. The museum is large traditional southern style house where The Brothers called home in the early 1970’s.

For the past month or so we had been in contact with someone who seemed to be as much of a fan of the band as us. The emails were very vague as to what exactly we would be doing. We didn’t care. We just wanted to pay our respects to a band that has given us wonderful childhood memories and continues to do so today.

Upon our arrival the weather had turned to cold and rain and since they had us on the schedule to do yard work we were told to explore the museum instead! A chill took over us as we walked from room to room. The tour described what the room was used for (jam room, roadies room whom are referred to as “almost brothers”, etc). Memorabilia was displayed in every nook of the house. Old contracts, instruments (Greg’s old piano was purchased for $10 at a yard sale), and hippie clothes left in the closet. We sat at the old bay window where Dickey Betts wrote my favorite song, Blue Sky. Needless to say we spent quite a bit of time making sure we didn’t miss a thing. The weather never let up so we headed into town where the locals shared more landmarks not to miss.