Somerset Whyte Laydie
Showing off a Somerset Whyte Laydie right before we pack it up and ship it to a customer. Light changed as I was filming and Pooka climbed into the Christmas tree but none of that matters when you are playing a banjo as great as this.
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Christmas 2017

It has been a nice day. I got a lot done and then a migraine kicked in and sowed me down. I was able to cook an epic pot of vegetable soup for our dinner and for some of our neighbors (Dear Old Dad always says to chare a meal, and we practice what we preach!).

Even with the headache I had a nice dinner with my folks. We exchanged gifts. I got a salad spinner and a new bow for my fiddle.

The fiddle bow was a real surprise. I have been trying to hide from Dear Old Dad that my current bow was completely shot.

So it has been a lovely Christmas here in Crisfield. I hope and pray all of you have a wonderful holiday if you observe Christmas, or an awesome Monday if you don’t.

My head is hurting really bad. I’m going to curl up with Pooka and watch a bad movie.

Goodnight and God bless.

My Holiday Wish

This weekend many families round the world will be celebrating Christmas and after that everybody rings in the new year.

If I have one wish for the holidays it would be for all of you to take your banjos when you visit friends and family over the weekend.  Lead the party in singing Silent Night or Auld Lang Syne. Play Cripple Creek for your children or grandchildren to get them dancing and Rosin The Beau as a lullaby. Heck, I don’t care what you play. What matters is that you seize the opportunity to create memories for yourself and the people you love. So many people start playing the banjo only to freeze up when it comes time to put yourself out there.

Get out there and play!

God bless,

While You Were Steeping

I enjoy coffee – especially the more exotic variants like Turkish coffee. Coffee is good stuff, but I drink tea all day.

I love tea. I drink cold black tea all day while I am working and I drink rooibos at night to power down. I treat myself to a pot of good white tea when I’m blue.

Yesterday a friend gave me a cool little tea strainer. It looks like a little dude is doing something rude to your cup. I love it!

Drop the dude in the water
Steeping. . .


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Sing the banjo! will return after the holidays.

God bless,

The Wearing of the Greens

The other day I brought home a nice head of lettuce and some spinach to make myself salads this week. I’m a vegetarian so I eat a lot of salads.

On a side note: going vegetarian helped me change my eating habits – and that helped me drop nearly eighty lbs.

Anyway, I always wash my greens because I had a middle school science teacher who kept Ascaris worms in a jar of formaldehyde on his desk.

Back to my salad greens; after I washed the greens I needed to dry them off a bit. I don’t have a salad spinner. dumped the greens on a clean tea towel, picked it up by its four corners, went outside and spun the tea towel over my head. I get funny looks from the neighbors every time I do this, but it works really well.

I went back in the kitchen, dumped my greens in Tupperware, tossed the towel into the dirty clothes hamper and went on my merry way.

Normally I give the towel a quick shake over the trash can, but this time I skipped that step.

Dad was doing the laundry and he call me down from the office yelling, “Why is the washing machine full of lettuce?”

It took a while to explain . . .