One night at our local coffee shop, we met a banjo player from D.C. He comes out here on business occasionally, and this time he brought his banjo along. We were doing our monthly gig at the time, and after closing we were on the street and still talking. Someone said, let's see your banjo. He got it out of his car, and soon someone was picking on it to get a feel for the instrument. Since we all had instruments with us, it wasn't long before we all had our instruments out and were full steam into playing music. The coffee shop is on one of our town's main streets, in the older section of town, and as the hours progressed closer to the closing time of the local bars, several people were wlaking past on the street, and would stop. As the music continued we soon noticed that people were dancing on the broad sidewalk outside the coffee shop. The bars were all closed and we were still picking and people were still dancing. It wasn' until several instruments had lost several strings that we finally broke up and moved on. Somehwere in the middle of all this fun a car full of young men drove by, rolled down their windows, and shouted out, "GET A LIFE." It's moments like that which truly reaffirm life.