Lessons from the Road

Bluegrass music is full of songs about the open road. These songs are among my personal favorites. They reflect the fact that we Americans are a very mobile people. We travel for many reasons and our songs mirror those reasons. We are fortunate that we have a...

Let it be a dance

Dear friends, Happy Monday everybody. Hope we’ll see ya’ll at Turlock for CBA Spring Campout. It’s going to be fun! For one thing our friend Sharon Elliott, who we’ve seen precious little of in the last year, has played matchmaker for a number of bluegrass kid...

Let it Rain, Let it Pour…

A short time ago, my friend Bert Daniel wrote a column using “teardrops” as a theme. It gave me an idea for my September offering; “Raindrops.” We’ll leave it up to John Karsemeyer to do something clever with “cough drops,” so that leaves “gum drops,” “eavesdrop,” and...

Let Me Be the Last….

In last month’s column, I raised the possibility that I might be the first to wish you a merry Christmas. Now I may be the last to wish you a happy new year. Timing not withstanding, Mrs. Slim and I hope you all have a great 2011. Let’s be thankful to have the things...

Let the Kids Do It Themselves

Driving along Highway 180 on the way to and from the Fathers Day Festival, I see the historic firehouse in Old Town Auburn. Every June when I pass by that stretch of the freeway, the sight of that venerable structure brings back a memory that humbles me to this day.In...

Let the Kids Do It Themselves

Driving along Highway 180 on the way to and from the Fathers Day Festival, I see the historic firehouse in Old Town Auburn. Every June when I pass by that stretch of the freeway, the sight of that venerable structure brings back a memory that humbles me to this day.In...