Oh Death

Death is coming, but not today, probably. So now is the time to say, “I’m sorry,” to you know who. Today is the day. Death is coming, but not today, probably. So now is the time to forgive you know who.Today is the day. Death is coming, but not today, probably. So now...

Oh, how I miss her tonight

This month marks five years since my mother died.  She had a long, healthy life, almost making 98 years old, and only went downhill in the last week.  Even when she started to have problems, I don’t think it really occurred to her that she was going to...

Oh, The Pressures!

On a date now lost to history, in 1967, I took up guitar. I had seen the Beatles on Ed Sullivan and was a big fan of the Monkees show and wanted to emulate the fun I saw they were having, and I figured I wouldn’t mind the adulation of thousands either.Pressure #1:...

Ol’ Greentongue

(Editor’s Note: Ol’ Greentongue originally appeared here about five years ago. It was the first contribution from Carolyn Faubel, our CBA Membership Vice President. Recently Carolyn’s become a regular Welcome columnist here at cbaontheweb.org.) Reading the lovely...

Ol’ Greentongue

Reading the lovely stories of the charming pets of some of my bluegrass acquaintances, I had to sit back and ruminate over a dog we once had. Ah, yes, that little mutt, that poor thing we rescued, that familiar tenseness of the gut that I’d thought I’d left behind but...