Night Out

I found this great little folk music pub called The Royal Oak. I went there last night to enjoy some conversation and dig around a little. It just so happens I met a fiddler from Indiana. She asked me where I was from, and I gave here my usual synopsis of my origins and studies etc. When she hears "Berea" she asks, "I have a friend who goes there. Jack Krack, do you know him?" I replied "Maybe, doesn't he play basketball?" Just then, the eighty year old fiddler in the corner gets fed up with a rowdy thirty year old and invites him outside to "do the man dance." The old fiddler proceeds to bloody the man, then return to his music while the cops come and take the other fella away.
I have found my headquarters for the month.