Back to our roots

We so country, my grand aunt used my Lee press on nails as a banjo pick. She said they were better for picking than the ones made for it. Specifically, the thumb nail. We went to a local bluegrass festival today, and it just felt like home. So much so that little nug had to pee as soon as we arrived, even though we literally just stopped before we hit the park to avoid park bathrooms. Never works. I tried holding her over the toilet. She peed all over me. Crying, we washed up as best you can in a nasty metal sink. It’s just like peeing behind a tree!!   Got some chips at the food truck and settled in to have the sound of a mandolin & gnats carry us away. For the kids, a cultural experience- for me and all the other old folks- a taste of what home feels like.

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