Yeah, old Grampy Amos. Jist pitcher him, sittin' on the back stoop with his li'l grandkids gatherer 'round, and him a pickin' on a mandolin (and slicing the tips of his fingers off in the process) and sayin' things like, "Hee hee, I 'member back in the Spring o' '47, er mebbe it was the Winter of '48, no, now thet I think about it it musta been the Winter o' '89 er mebbe the Summer of '87, anyways, either Reagan er the first Bush was president, only mebbe it were Carter...anyways, yer granny an' me was at Woodstock, the first 'un, the big 'un, you know, and ol' Joe Cocker, you 'member him doncha?, okay, ol' Joe comes up to me an' says...now what was it? Oh, yeah, Jerry Garcia says to me, "Got a light?" an' I says, "Sorry, don't smoke" an' he says, "Damn!" and that was the high point o' my life, meetin' Jimi Hendrix like that, or mebbe it was Bill Monroe...."

And the little grandchildren sneak quietly off and tell Grandma that Grampy is reminiscing again, and she comes and quietly takes him off to bed for his nap.....