Dinner and a Show

A young boy plays banjo while his grandpa buck dances.

Bluegrass band

Mr. M's neighbor and longtime friend (center)

I took Mr. M to the local restaurant for supper last night. We got there about 6:30. The place was crowded already--equipment was set up for a live musical program. Just before 7:00, Mr. M's neighbor and longtime friend, saw us and stopped by our table to tell us that her husband would be singing. Mr. M said he had never heard Mr. P sing and would like to stay and listen. So we stayed.

The music was good--a couple banjos, a guitar, a mandolin or two, a dobro. A young boy (about 12 or 13) played banjo while his grandpa buck danced.

The band took a break about 8:30--and Mr. P hadn't sung yet (he is supposed to sound like George Jones). We stayed. Mr. M seemed to be enjoying the music (I was). About 9:00, Mr. P got up and sang one number--followed by his son singing one song--and then by Mr. P's wife (pictured above). The performance wrapped up about 9:30 and I had Mr. M home by 10:00.