Hooray for an early summer in central New Hampshire! I was off to the docks with banjo and guitar and a bread jar. Returned with a bread jar full of quarters. Must be a tough year for boaters-all that gas money and such.
I met a sweet family with a young boy along who was blind. I asked him to come over to the banjo and put his hand on the head and the strings. (Although he was blind - for some completely absurd reason - I reacted as though he were deaf - there are times I am such a doofus - it worked anyway. He strummed and smiled.) That was worth the whole weekend on a hot dock in the sun!
Even had a bluegrass feller from Vermont drop by and back me up with my Washburn while we picked and grinned "Roll In My Sweet Babys Arms" - and we laid around the shack - till the milk train came back!
God bless
George