Well, Susette's painting on the porch and I'm fixing to change the wires on the Gallagher. There's a jam session over in Black Mountain tonight, called the "Green Acres" jam.

Jeepman just called and gave us some music/connection advice, we hope to get together with him sometime before we head for home.

Thunder is rolling down the hollows and the Broad River is settling down after yesterday's rain.

We had company yesterday, Miss Erline who lives up on the hill. Born and raised within five miles of our house, which she once lived in. Tall and rangy, white haired but straight as pine tree, she was a nurse in these mountains before she retired. She had coffee with us and told us the story of this hollow where she's lived all her life...