This evening we went to hear a group called The Goldens play at an opening for a furniture store. You might recognize the handsome man with the fiddle as my father. The other men are some of his picking buddies.
He played the saw too, but I didn’t get a photo of that. Apparently one man in the audience came specifically to hear Dad play the saw. That was kind of neat. He had heard about it on the radio and his father used to play, so he came out.
I took a video clip of one of the songs and some day I’ll figure out how to upload it to my journal, but not tonight.