Uncle Bubba pulls his fiddle down from the shelf and softly renders Ashokan Farewell from her woody soul. Ah, what a night we had, playing a raucous bluesy brand of rock-n-roll with not one but two visits from the Citrus County Sheriff's Clown Patrol. We may have made the neighbors mad, but I reckon they were mad before we got to it. Too bad for them cause they could have joined us for some good food, good music and fine company.
But now it's the day after and the sweet sound of the old violin winds down the morning laughter over coffee of the silly things that were said and the carryings on of some exotic dances round the campfire. The quiet of the early afternoon wraps around me and Sweet Pea and since the mess has been picked up and dishes have been washed it’s time for a meal of warmed leftovers and a nap.
Life is Good.
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