Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Several autumns ago, I packed my sweaters, my twin lens Rolleiflex, and my appetite for deep fried food and met my two aunts at the Appalachian Music Festival outside of Knoxville, Tennessee.
You see, when my Aunt Heidi moved from California to Texas she left behind her all girls bluegrass band, The Lilies of the West. Once a year, she breaks out the banjo and reunites with them in eastern Tennessee for a weekend of fiddling, bales of hay, Civil War reenactors, and Cracker Barrel.
At one point (forlorn after discovering the deep fried pickle booth had run out of pickles), waiting for my aunt's band to play, I happened upon this man.