Sunday, 13 August 2017
After Charlottesville, a little reflection, a little healing, a little remembering on a beautiful Sunday morning.
Posted on 08/13/2017 7:15 AM by Rebecca Bynum
13 Aug 2017
Ola B Reed
With a good northeasterly wind a crow could fly from Charlottesville for 164.51 miles and poop on the beautiful small town of Galax, Virginia in a matter of five or so hours. As things got hot up in Albemarle County, down in Galax between 30-40 thousand musicians and fans were celebrating the 82nd Old Fiddler's Convention. No shootings, no rapes, no sexual assaults, no muggings, no knifings, no beatings, no obscenities. And this for a full week. Has nothing to do with what happened in Charlottesville I guess. Or maybe everything to do with what happened in Charlottesville. Re: GC. I've never forgiven him for stealing June Carter (or was it Mother Maybelle?)away from Mac Davis.
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