A Patient’s Childhood Bluegrass Memory
I saw a patient today who said he grew up next door to Earl’s sister Ruby. He recalled one day when a long car drove up and stopped. The door opened and out stepped Earl and Lester and the Foggy Mountain boys. They sat on the front porch and picked for a few hours. The man was only six years old at the time, so it was many years ago. He said the memory was as vivid as if it’d been yesterday.
My how I’d a loved to have been there. He made my day. The man was on blood pressure medicine. We are supposed to only give out one month’s worth of samples at a time, but I gave him two. Don’t tell anybody. But I figured he deserved it, ’cause he was true bluegrass.
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