The first Christmas after we moved to Colorado, Debbie and I were returning home from visiting family in South Carolina. Waiting at the gate in Charlotte for our flight to Denver, I was playing my guitar to pass the time. A gentleman sat down next to me and told me he had some friends who met for a jam every Saturday morning.
Soon after that, I showed up and met a group of pickers that provided a musical solace when the stress of my day job would wear on me. I was glad to be able to pick with them one more time before heading to Kentucky.