It was only a few years ago that I first hooked up with Sophronie. I know that some of you who know me, CBA or otherwise, may be shocked by this admission. Although you have likely never met my beautiful wife Joyce (because she hates Bluegrass), you might know from our campsite conversations that I have been married to the same woman for almost a quarter century now. Don’t worry. This is permissive California. Joyce knows all about Sophronie and she’s cool with it (well, to an extent).
Sophronie of course also happens to be the name of a classic Bluegrass song made famous by Jimmy Martin:
My Sophronie from Kentucky
She loves another man.
I can’t even kiss her
Can’t even hold her hand
When I heard that song for the first time i thought Sophronie was just a made up name. I had never met anyone with that moniker in all my days. Made up names are cool. Where would the sport of basketball be today without unique made up names? But Sophronie is actually an old southern name. I know this because I found the name in one of my relatives while researching my family roots. I have a distant relative named Sophronie!
Enough of that. Back to my Sophronie. I just can’t get enough of her She makes me so happy. We go to Bluegrass events together (places my wife Joyce would never be caught dead at). Sophronie understands me. She’s seven years older but who cares? She’s beautiful and that’s why I lavish her with gifts to make her look even better.
Sophronie is so beautiful she’s even been in a movie. She was featured in a Warren Miller ski film a few years ago. Her friend Anne Merrifield introduced us and Anne was George Lucas’s personal secretary so maybe Sophronie had an inside track to the movie business. In my opinion Sophronie was the star of the show and a couple of young six foot ski bums were all over her. She’s just that special.
Yes, I think back fondly to that first time I hooked up with Sophronie. At that same time some of you other CBA campers were hooking up with great big “Berthas” and pulling into your RV spots with great difficulty, I on the other hand towed my little teardrop trailer into a spot the size of a tent site and was set up for jamming in no time.
Love ‘em and leave ‘em Kiss ‘em and grieve ‘em
That used to be my motto so high
‘Till my Sophronie left me so lonely
And now there’s a teardrop in my eye
There might be a teardrop from me if I ever lose Sophronie. But one thing is for sure. Soon there will be a teardrop in my campsite again.
