I was out of town much of last week to attend my grandfather’s funeral. He was 87. He was buried in the new (not the old) veteran’s cemetery in Memphis, as he served in WWII. The service was very appropriate; my cousin gave the eulogy. Life is short, and our bodies are frail.
While we were in Memphis, I saw Bela Fleck and the Flecktones. Bluegrass jazz/fusion really isn’t my thing, but that was four (actually five) very, very talented instrumentalists on stage.