On T.V. for Mom
I was off for the holiday, and it’s a fine Labor Day weekend- still rocking on, and it ain’t over yet.
Saturday I played a political rally with folk rocker Al Donnelly at the local gun club. I forgot what party it was, but we are an equal opportunity band- weddings, divorce parties, funerals, whatever. The chow was BBQ.
Sunday one of the McCurry boys got married, so there was some fine picking there. We had BBQ there too.
Then Sunday evening I played with Darrell at a church supper. The food- you guessed right. BBQ and bluegrass go hand in hand.
When I got home my mom had left a message on my phone. “Tommy. Darrell’s on T.V. playing down at the First Methodist Church. Turn on the T.V. Then just ten minutes later was a second message from her. “Why Tommy, I didn’t know you were going to be there. You are such a handsome boy, (mama needs her cataracts done) but you are looking a bit woolly. (That means I need a haircut- she’s been saying that since the Beatles got here.)
I tell you what. I am closing on on being an old man, but I still dig it when my mama checks in on me. It makes me feel like a kid.
As soon as the holiday is over I better go get a haircut.