Aside from Leona Bodenmiller up on Belden Hill Road, my first real music was learned from Jonathan Hall, a guitar teacher in my home town. His younger brother became my best musical mate for years, as he played banjo; and oddly enough, in one of those strange miracles of connectivity, I thought of the Hall brothers almost never until the day last summer when Guy Wolfe came to do a pottery exhibition in these parts and I went up to jam with him on his breaks,

Well, we got tot alking and when he learned what part of the world I was from asked me on a long-shot guess whether I knew Jonathan Hall. Knock me over with a feather, I tell ya!! Turns out Guy knows him well. Made my day!

Thanks, Guy! And more than anything, thanks to Jonathan for starting such a long anf happy association!


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