It's me, Bert, here in Nashville posing as a bluegrass musician to gain access to some great music. So far so good. Several hours of jamming yesterday and the prospect of more today. Yesterday I couldn't help myself and I presented a total stranger with what I thought would be a humorous addition to his day. He was walking briskly to the front of the hotel with 2 banjos, then pausing he handed one of them off to a friend just behind him. I said, "you don't want to be caught with two of those things do ya?". Without boring you with my interpretation of his look, (that's all I had to go on since he didn't offer any verbal response), suffice it to say humour was not what he found in my comment. Oh well. I try not to say too much unless spoken to. Guess I'll try to practice that bit of discipline again today. Hope it works out better than it did yesterday. I met a group of folks singing here in the lobby yesterday. Imagine that. Anyway, their harmonies were quite nice so I stopped by for a listen. We eventually introduced ourselves and I made them sing a couple more songs for me. Turns out it was a father, son and daughter who were picking up where they left off from times past when they would sing in the living room of their home. They were from Cincinnati, OH so I asked them if they knew Eric. Nope, they didn't. But it was worth a shot. Guess I'll head out for now. For those who have been praying for my friend Norm he was able to hold a guitar a couple of days ago and form a couple of chords. His singing was more like whispers, I suspect a little like my grandma's voice when she was singing me to sleep. Please keep him in your prayers. He has come to mind often here in Nashville with all this music around.
Later, Bert
