Nice warm Sunday evening. A random picture reminded me of something…
When I lived in KC and taught at DeVry, I was renting a basement apt in suburban Overland Park. The apt was large, fairly modern, and stayed cool in summer without air conditioning. The apt above me was occupied by an older couple from the real MissourA, not the hi-tech suburban MissourI. They were proper country folks, easygoing and slowmoving. They had an adult daughter who was not up to KC fashion standards, but that was OK.
Every Sunday afternoon and evening they invited two real Missoura friends, got out their banjos and guitars, and SANG for several hours. Ancient Missoura music, gospel and bluegrass. I turned off NPR, turned off the shortwave, opened the window for maximum sound, drank a glass of wine and just LISTENED.
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Does anyone play real instruments now? The last time I heard a real instrument around here was in the early 90s when one neighbor had a kid who practiced his trombone for school band sometimes.
Polistra's Mill 