My Ed

I sat holding my friend Ed’s hand for a good hour today.  He is special to me:  wise; persnickety—which I love in a man—experienced; worldly and a reminder of my Father, because he possesses a velveteen-like strength:   Velvet of a hypnotic...

My Eighth Wonder, Uncle Frank

He stood with boiled fish eye, Yet, hadn’t had a drink.He had the wisdom in his family;Yet they felt he couldn’t think.He walked a different kind of path; Not a bit like all the rest:He was a rock-hound in the nature,As he rode the wild-west.He’d roam the graves in...

My Favorite Festival

Not many people know it, but the person who coined the term Bluegrass Music, in reference to the genre that included Bill Monroe and all of his ilk, was not Bill himself, but a guy named Carlton Haney. Haney promoted the first multi-day Bluegrass festival in...

My First Novel

(Editor’s Note: John wrote this one ten years ago…just gettin’ started. RC)I just finished my first novel. It’s called, “You’re Never Too Old For Bluegrass,” and is about a guy in his 60’s who plays the banjo.He played part-time in bands for...

My Foggy CBA Crystal Ball

Last month I posted a column discussing the proposed amendment to our by-laws to allow formation of an executive committee to help with the day-to-day management of the CBA. The column stimulated two of the better discussion threads on the message board that I have...

My Friend Bill White

The other day while looking through my prodigious file of cassettetapes, I came across one from my friend Bill White, that he recordedback in the late 70s or early 80s. Inside the little plastic casewith a tape was a handwritten note from Bill and it said; to my...

My Friend Bill White

The other day while looking through my prodigious file of cassettetapes, I came across one from my friend Bill White, that he recordedback in the late 70s or early 80s. Inside the little plastic casewith a tape was a handwritten note from Bill and it said; to my...

My Friend Bill White

The other day while looking through my prodigious file of cassettetapes, I came across one from my friend Bill White, that he recordedback in the late 70s or early 80s. Inside the little plastic casewith a tape was a handwritten note from Bill and it said; to my...

My friend JD

This being the fifth Tuesday of the month I figured I’d grab another of our classic Welcomes, (yesterday’s was a doozy, George, I’m sorry for missing the end of it), but I’ve decided against that because I have something I want to say to you. It won’t be a long...