I was at the Walnut Valley Music Festival in Winfield, Kansas when 9-11 happened. It was quite an unusual festival year, as you may imagine. There was not a lot of laughter going on. I was sitting with some old & new friends for the performance of the Prairie Rose Wranglers who had come to perform in the place of some who could not make it. (it was amazing how many folks loaded up the vans & trucks, as many could not fly, & headed to Winfield that year to help out)
The Wranglers sang some & told some of the usual Cowboy type humor which reaped little laughter. Then they went into "I'm My Own Grandpa." It was an old song which many had heard, but the Wranglers were mugging such faces & hamming it up that we started to laugh and just couldn't stop. Those gentlemen brought some sorely needed guffahs to all of us-for which we were tremendously grateful in a difficult time.