I've been gone a few days -- drove Lou Ann back to the midwest (where the temps plunged into the teens and snow piled up a foot or more). I have to admit that real wintertime scenes out there are beautiful, both her quintessential small town with snow swirling around the monument in the town square, and the surrounding woodlands with their evergreens and naked disciduous trees competing for best snow-covered photo op.
Back home on the island the temperatures were considerably milder, but still it's winter. Leonard, our local banjo player sent me this news while I was gone:
"Philip, something new this year on the island: the Friday night jam session at the Community Store. In addition to the usual suspects -- Gary and David, Lou and Marcy -- there were April Trueblood, Wes Lassiter, Bobby Raborn, another young lady on mandolin (friend of April's), and myself. Plus about 20 people hootin' and hollerin' -- all of us crowded around the potbelly stove (with a real fire in it). We played from seven until nine. Great fun and we're gonna do it again next Friday."
There's no question! I'll be there this coming Friday, even though it is my poker night. Maybe I'll leave a little early, or maybe I'll just get to the poker table a little late. But I do wish Lou Ann were still here to enjoy Friday Night at the Community Store with me.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter celebrates the majestic live oaks on Ocracoke Island. You can read it here.
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