Hood & Pluck
I haven't been to see my folks since Xmas. I'll be going home to see them this weekend. Am having the hood of my car superficially repaired so that it'll close & open, latch again, not catch on-coming 70-mph wind under its new wrinkles.
Saturday morning I'll be going up with my mom, dad, and grandmother to Uncle Dave Macon Days, a bluegrass festival south of Nashville. My brother will be driving over to meet us, hopefully, bringing Beth over with him from Nashville.
We went last year and I had a really good time, entered a mandolin raffle and evidently lost, bought sunglasses, ate a fried catfish dinner, watched in on the blacksmith shop, watched the fiddling competitions.
Most importantly, there was plenty of good beard. Everywhere.
Saturday morning I'll be going up with my mom, dad, and grandmother to Uncle Dave Macon Days, a bluegrass festival south of Nashville. My brother will be driving over to meet us, hopefully, bringing Beth over with him from Nashville.
We went last year and I had a really good time, entered a mandolin raffle and evidently lost, bought sunglasses, ate a fried catfish dinner, watched in on the blacksmith shop, watched the fiddling competitions.
Most importantly, there was plenty of good beard. Everywhere.