I went to the Hootnanny this afternoon to see when they would be having some musicians in. Well, there's a lot of drop-ins, I heard, and today was no exception. I was treated to some GREAT Scottish folk music. I had a half pint of really too mellow ale and listen for a little while. I found myself nearly crying.
I was in this beautiful old building, decorated inside with antique wood, doorways, lights and tables and this fabulous local music filling the room. There were a lot of old people in there smiling, those who still could, moving their bodies back and forth in a little jig, and a lot of thigh-slapping being done by all.
I was truly overcome with emotion thinking about the fact I was there, witnessing it all.
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