If you attended this year’s Contraband Days Festival here in Lake Charles, then you were in for a special treat. A man in pirate costume was seen strolling up and down the midway with a guitar, playing seafaring songs to the crowd. No, that wasn’t the treat; that was me. The treat was the kangaroos in the Australian wildlife exhibit. Even on my best day, I couldn’t upstage a real, live kangaroo.
Today, our lexicographer supplies the definition of inopportune:
It’s springtime here in Southwest Louisiana–time for our yearly pilgrimage to the garden center. My wife walked out with a century’s worth of annuals, while I came home with a bird feeder. So where are all the birds? The Dang Yankee sure doesn’t know.
Last night was Goddess Night here at the Kerrville Folk Festival. My wife was among these dazzling ladies. I guess that makes me kind of a a god-in-law.
Pictured here is Violet with her mother. Violet is six weeks old. It is safe to say that this is her first Kerrville Folk Festival experience, what we here call a “Kerr-virgin”.
Many of us are here at the Kerrville Folk Fesival on a fine thread, or in my case, threads.
There are only a few things that have the potency to kill a song circle here at the Kerrville Folk Festival. A guitar in the hands of some drunk can […]