Tnight Liz & I went to the
Living Traditions Festival. We saw The Dixie Hummingbirds. They were seasoned holy rollers hailed from South Carolina smooth in three-piece pin striped suits dedicated their energized songs to The Reverend! and Jesus! and the Holy Ghost! of course. They had the near sum of the entire crowd up dancing and bouncing and clapping and grinning to their gospel under the moon, even me. Funny how I collide into inspiration head on when I'm not paying attention. I guess that would make sense though. I saw more soul on that makeshift stage in those twenty minutes than I've seen in years.