You remember Cory and Lorena from New Jersey? They are on an extended stay in the South and gonna be here about a month. They came for the Darin and Brooke Aldridge festival and looked up me and Marfar.
They’ve got ‘em a new 5th wheel type rig and parked here in Harvey County for a few days. Bluegrass people have a sixth sense of where the best places are. I’m always amazed at their intuition. Cory and Lorena are only about a mile upstream from Indie’s cabin on the river. Indie always said it was the best spot in the County.
They invited us over to jam tonight. We cooked some chops on the grill, and split open a cantaloupe. I sat back and picked Cory’s fine Deering banjo and watched the birds fly and the water rush along. The river was slow a few weeks back, but we’ve had some good rain. The weather was perfect and I didn’t pull on a sweat shirt until dark thirty.
Cory and Lorena are gonna be at MerleFest. I’ll have to tell Ted and Irene Lehmann about them. Isn’t New Jersey up there near New Hampshire somewhere? I bet they’d enjoy getting to know them, ’cause wherever you go bluegrass folks are kindred spirits.
I’ve heard from my publisher. Out of superstition I’m not gonna name ‘em yet, but I grow more confident every week. Right now they are on a final line edit to check for periods and commas, so it is close.
They told me a newspaper man who liked bluegrass got wind of the project and asked to preview it. He liked it so much he wanted to render a quote for the jacket. That tickled me ’cause I’d never met him before. I don’t know what he’ll say, but I figure I’m a doctor and this man writes for a living. If he says I write okay for a doctor, that’s good enough for me. If he likes it, I musta done something right.
Really though, I’m just like Buck Owens. All I know how to do is act naturally. I ain’t Hemingway. I’m just good old Dr. B, and it’ll have to do.