Summer of ’63

’ve just read a couple Hooked on Bluegrass stories that came during the night, both about “first instruments”. Got me to thinking about mine. The summer of my fifteenth year was a season of firsts for me: my first real job, a summer gig at a candy factory, my first...

Summertime

The last day of school! How the summer stretched before us kids. September was unimaginable, the same way that being 100 years old is impossible for a 50 year-old to imagine. Shoes were tossed into the closet, dresses thrown in the hamper and the proper uniform of sun...

Sunday Mornin’ Coming Down

I hate saying “Good-bye,” to folks that I love, don’t you? When I made my final rounds at the fairgrounds in Turlock last Sunday, I made it a point to say, “So long,” “See you later,” or “Love You,” to the bluegrass friends. I didn’t tell anyone “good-bye.” It was a...

Sunscreen, Sweat, Non-Believers, and Converts

Day one, Thursday, June 17, 2010, CBA Father’s Day Festival, 35th Anniversary, and the day was warm. Warm enough for the skin to need protection from harm’s rays. Rays being projected from the mammoth fireball in the sky. Rays that are inconsequential to those with...

Sunshine

Last night I received a phone call from Bryan McClenahan, son of Lou and Sunshine, letting know that his mother has passed away.  There’s a lot I could, and will, say about my beloved friend, but I’m unable to do that now.  This will take time to...