Last week, Caleb and I chanced to be driving along Highway 24/27 when he got the news that his band practice that night was canceled. On a lark, we decided that we would stop and check out the Maness Music Barn that we were passing just at that moment.
As usual, I was apprehensive about barging in on an unfamiliar venue, but, despite my calling ourselves "wayfaring strangers," we were welcomed with open arms. Caleb's mandolin picking opens doors for him.
By the time we left, we had been introduced to Clyde Maness, Caleb had been invited to join 3 or 4 bands, and I had hugged an old man who asked if I were Caleb's wife. It was a great wayside stop.