And you play the bluegrass fiddle—how cool is that! My son and I took fiddle lessons together when he was four, and we still have our fiddles. (His is tiny!) Now he’s talking about learning to play my dad’s old banjo. He runs his own bluegrass radio show in his bedroom, KLAM, which he makes tapes of—complete with d.j. banter and nonsense in-jokes between himself and a whole cast of jocular imaginary characters.

Bluegrass is so good for the soul.

Victoria