The highlight of the week was the marriage of one of our twin grandsons, Jordan Stone, to his longtime significant other Cindy. The wedding was held in the Alba Church with Pastor Charlotte Morse performing the ceremony. Reception was held at the Troy Fire Department and although I didn't understand any of the music and of course it was too loud, the rest was fine and we learned that the five grandsons who were there can really dance. I was both surprised and excited to witness the skill they have. I don't know where the talent came from but it certainly wasn't me. One did a great imitation of Michael Jackson and all that was missing was the white glove.
Sunday, after all was somewhat calmer, several of the grands and greats stopped in and as we do not furnish internet service or video games, these boys needed something to do so I offered one of the old tractors. The oldest gave rides to his brother for quite some time.
He seemed surprised that he was allowed to operate the old thing. This is the kid that beats and bangs on nineteen other guys each week, and I have hit most everything on our property with this one anyway, so I let him give his two brothers all the rides they wanted.
Monday and Tuesday we prepared for our annual trip to Lodi, NY and the Bluegrass Festival. Always nice to meet a bunch of old friends and make a few new ones. This year was sort of special because one of the performers was the legendary balladeer, folk singer, comedian and pretty good guitar player, "Smokey Greene," who at age 85 put on two one-hour shows and as far as I could tell did not miss a note or a word. I spoke with him later in my role as a reporter and asked of his future plans. He said he will divide his time between Glens Falls, NY and Kissimmee, FL and limit his performances to local events. His handshake was strong and his appearance was that of a much younger man. I know I look in the mirror everyday.
I have no idea what went on in Washington this past week. So I have no slings or arrows to throw.
I also don't know if anything happened on Sister Street, except the grass grew.
I see a few yard sales are taking place in Alba this weekend. I may join in Someone must need some of my junk. It maybe just what they always wanted.