When you go to a show at the Barter Theater in Abingdon, the director comes out beforehand and repeats his standard monologue, including finding out who came to the show from the greatest distance. "Anyone from LA?" he says, meaning "lower Abingdon."
In today's Hotmail, I got a message from a fellow blogger, who is in tune and in uniform in Iraq. His blog is here. If he comes to hear some picking in Southwest Virginia, I'll buy the tickets, even if it is to hear the Joe Smiddy Band.
It has been a bluegrass day. I also got a CD from a lawyer in New York.