My agent has been after me forever to start a Facebook Page. For a long time, I never got around to it. “Awh, heck boss, my people know where to find me.”
He persisted. “Come on, Doc. Are you gonna insist on being a Neanderthal forever? You use new meds don’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but that’s different. Even in medicine, I want to be like in the Army. I don’t want to be first in line, but I don’t want to be last either.”
“In this case you better hurry up. You might be the last writer on the planet not on Facebook.”
“Really? Say it is that big?”
I’ve spent my whole life as a Doc and a bluegrass picker, and had no idea where to start. One day I mentioned it to a little friend of mine, a bluegrass fiddler, and she said, “Good Lord have mercy, Doc. We can set that up faster than Moose Dooley can pick the Bluegrass Breakdown.”
And that is how it came to be. She was brilliant. Why with a few keystrokes, she pulled up names I knew from years back.
“Look here, kid. I picked with this cat when he played with Knoxville Grass. Why that has been twenty-five years. And check this out, this lady here has written tunes for Alison Krauss. Hey I met that guy at Galax. Lord can he flat pick a guitar. This dobro man; mercy!”
Page after page came up. Along the way, I had played a note or two or at least knew every one of them.
“You know what kid? By the time old Doc is through bluegrass is gonna be on the brain of every school child in America.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Doc, you do love the music, don’t you?”
“Yeah boy. Hey, check this one out. You talk about a fiddler…..”
My agent was right. (again) This Facebook is gonna be the ticket.