The Warm Summer Goodbye

So sad, that sad song on a fiddle. I could feel the tears down deep inside, and I had to walk away. It was an abrupt ending to a mighty fine year, and I stayed till the bitter end. I was camping in a car next to Jim at Clifftop during the annual Appalachian String Band Music Festival. It happened to be my first, and we delighted in staying up late till the wee hours of Continue reading