The Journey of a Lifetime

I had some friends over for dinner the other night, and one them broke the sad news that he was about to be laid off from a job he’s held a long time, at a big corporation. It wasn’t like he’ll be destitute – there’s a severance package commensurate with his years of...

The Junk Drawer

My wife and I decided to (finally) fix up our spare room so it can be a more inviting place for a visitor to stay, and less like a 120 square foot broom closet. We had to be brutal and decide which of the accumulated junk to save and which to throw out. Of course, for...

The Junk Drawer

My wife and I decided to (finally) fix up our spare room so it can be a more inviting place for a visitor to stay, and less like a 120 square foot broom closet. We had to be brutal and decide which of the accumulated junk to save and which to throw out. Of course, for...

The Kentucky Waltz New Lyrics Contest

Today is Leap Day. Happy Leap Day to all of you out there in Bluegrass land! Every four years, (well almost every four years if you follow the Gregorian calendar strictly), we get an extra day in the month of February. So I took the opportunity of that recurring...

The Key Question

The favorite pastime of bluegrass musicians is taking part in jam sessions. Before launching into a new tune in a session there is always the key question, which is just that – what key are we doing this in? If the session is being led by a banjo player there is a...

The Key Question

The favorite pastime of bluegrass musicians is taking part in jam sessions. Before launching into a new tune in a session there is always the key question, which is just that – what key are we doing this in? If the session is being led by a banjo player there is a...

The Last Dance

(From 2010)Every summer around June 4, I’m looking at the clock at work. As the big hand slowly swings its way to 3:35, I get real antsy. I’m a teacher and 3:35 is when school is out for the summer. Watch out kids…gang way, I’m busting out of the parking lot faster...

The Last Dance

Every summer around June 4, I’m looking at the clock at work. As the big hand slowly swings its way to 3:35, I get real antsy. I’m a teacher and 3:35 is when school is out for the summer. Watch out kids…gang way, I’m busting out of the parking lot faster than a Barry...

The Last Mandolin

A long time ago in his work shop far away, a master luthier of mandolins and his wife stood over their workbench. It was late at night and this was a very special day. He had built many mandolins over the years and earned a reputation as the best of the best....

The Last Song

In the past I’ve written a couple of columns on Claude, The “Singing” Dog. I wrote about how Claude was homeless in Oregon, and how he made his way up the driveway of friends of mine, a house on a five acre, tree studded paradise that became Claude’s home for the last...