A fire was roaring in the pot bellied stove in the Community Store last night as island musicians gathered 'round. The old wooden floor and a round antique metal Texaco sign (with lettering worn off where folks had walked over it for decades) testified to the many islanders and visitors who have crossed the store's threshold over the years. Last night folding chairs and upside-down milk crates served as seating for musicians and spectators alike.
Without much talk or introductions the tunes rang out --Tennessee Waltz, Down Yonder, Under the Double Eagle.... David was there with his fiddle. Leonard played banjo. Marcy brought her mandolin, Lou, his Dobro. April even came down to the island from Hatteras with her guitar and bass. Tom sat in the circle with his saxophone and clarinet. I had my dancing man. When tunes were familiar (You Are My Sunshine, Puff the Magic Dragon....) everyone sang. It was a great night to call Ocracoke home.
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