Back in January, Dad dragged me to a local bluegrass concert. I really didn’t want to go, but my mom wouldn’t go and he had this extra ticket. Y’all, it was a fantastic show. These boys do a modern twist on the old pickin’ and grinnin’. Best of all they sang this song. It had such a profound effect on me. I could feel my heart opening up and warming. Although, of course, I know now and knew then that my children are in heaven, this song just spoke right to my soul and I felt my children with me.
So I became a fan and I follow them on FB and when I saw they were coming to the Ryman, I knew we had to go. I have no idea how they came to play in the teeny, tiny town in southern Illinois because I later discovered they’re pretty famous in the bluegrass world and in fact were on their way to the Grammys the day after that January concert. No matter, I’m sure I was meant to be there listening.
And their “chicken bus”. I’m telling you I heard so much about S.pringer F.arms Chicken (no steroids, no antibiotics, no animal byproducts) I feel like I should go out and buy some and eat it just to see what all the clucking is about. Of course that is the whole idea, isn’t it.
More of Dad’s new friends at the Ryman. I called these guys the DBs short for Drunk Brothers. They were friendly enough though and for a short time I thought they were going to take Dad home with them.