Then I went over to Bob's house (that's Bob in the picture below) for the Wednesday night old-time music session he hosts.
Sat down. Tuned up the banjo uke. The first tune we played was "Sheep Shell Corn By the Rattlin' of His Horn". With the first couple of notes, all of the stress and bother of the day slid off me like water off a duck. By the time a few others showed up with fiddles, upright bass, banjos, and guitars I had a smile on my face that wouldn't leave until the tunes were over and it was time to drive home.
There is just nothing in this world like old-time music played with enthusiasm and friendship to put the day's cares in perspective.
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