A Day For An Old Banjo Man
I’ve told y’all about my wife’s band before- ‘Guitared and Feathered’ is their name.
And I’ve also mentioned she is excellent at befriending elderly men. They all love her. (Can’t say I blame ’em.)
Last week they had a gig. She called me on her way home. (Sometimes I help them out, but I had to work that day.) They had played at Hospice, and some guy wheeled up and said he was a banjo player. He had someone go back to his room and they returned with an old open-back banjo; one of those with a calf skin head.
Two strings were missing, but Betty Jo, the banjo player for Guitared and Feathered, broke open a pack and tuned it up.
The guy sat in the wheelchair and picked along with them. Marfar said he missed a few notes, but she could tell he was a player in his day. They introduced him to the crowd as a celebrity guest for the band.
Don’t you know it made his day? Heck, it made mine for her to call and tell me about it. I’m glad I’ve got her. She’s an expert on elderly men, and I’m closing in on it in a hurry.