Kind and wonderful people from our past

 daily grist; I have come to realize that getting old is a blessing. It is God’s way of preventing us to do dangerous and crazy things like driving race cars, joining a bar brawl, and staying drunk for a week. You know, just  fun things like that.if...

Kings River

And this is dustbowl country The legacy of Woody Guthrie and Hank Williams It ain’t Oklahoma, but it could be Here in the San Joaquin And Kelly is up earlier than he ought to be Picking up beer cans and bottles thrown on the ground by the young And inconsiderate...

Kings River

Call it missing my little human-animal family at Whiskey Creek after an unusually busy bluegrass season, or being hold up in my twenty-foot Argosy five days at the Amador County Fairgrounds, or call it just plain getting old as dirt…whatever the cause I’d determined...

Kings River Festival Remembered

Just got back from the Kings River Bluegrass Festival, and it raised a pretty important question in my mind: “Why the heck have I not been to this festival before this year?” Well, it is a long drive. But I’d been to the 48 hour jam before and that’s an hour or so...