Jonesborough Friday

Cousins,
Friday started as I shared breakfast with folks in the Retreat Center.  We talked at length about who we wanted to see and hear.  The drive to town was slow and filled with anticipation as I pushed through heavy mists and seemed to come out of the past and into today.  I parked in the lawn of a cool gentleman and we talked for a while.  I crossed the tracks and walked through Jonesborough, snuck in a few shops and made my way to the tent where Corrine Stavish and Kathryn Windham were to tell.  I was not disappointed in making this my first tent of the morning.  Both were funny and caught the audience by the heart.

I always make the tent where Kathryn Windham will tell my first.  I don't know how many time I will get to hear her, so I make it my mission to hear her ASAP.  The neat thing is I renewed my membership to NSN that day and received a CD of tellers from past Festivals.  It had an earlier version of her Scooter story on
it.  I listened to it as I traveled home and the contrast was interesting.  The early one was awesome, the current one she told on Friday was just as lovely.  Different, from an older Katherine, but just as good.

Several years ago Chuck Larkin told me I spent too much time in the tents.  I followed his advice over the weekend, shared that advice with my friend Ellouise and heard those I wanted to hear and spent time on a few benches, visiting with friends, meeting folks, greeting folks, making contacts.  I had 6 walking sticks
I made and shared them as gifts with several friends along the way.  In some ways those are my favorite memories.

Kevin Kling was terrific, Bil Lepp... gotta love a tall teller!  I heard a woman talking on the phone about Bil.  She told someone they would like him, she wasn't sure if he was a stand up comedian or a storyteller.  I wanted to tell her a comedian doesn't tell stories.  Bil is a storyteller.

Carmen Deedy, Andy Offutt Irwin, Michael Parent (who looked thin) and my sartorial hero and role model - Donald Davis.  Oh my, what a story about his Mama and pimento cheese.  I will always think of him when I have a pimento cheese sandwich. (wait, was this when I heard him Friday or Saturday?)

The exchange place was electric! Nothando Zulu told a Langston Hughes story that just took hold of me and wrung me out.  Whew!

Our own Jeff Gere, what can I say?  I thought I was animated!  Give me a double gallon dose of habanero sauce with itching powder as a chaser and I might be able to match him.  His story of a homeless woman who stopped the world... and a bulldozer kicked backside.

Afterward I accepted a gracious invite from Megan Hicks, met some great folks, talked about the Viet Nam draft and being of a "certain age".  I was able to visit with Mary Hamilton and Charles Wright around the table also.  It was over way too soon.

I made my way back, down the quiet roads with no sound but the engine, re-hearing and remembering the day and the stories.  I rode with windows down, my hair that is too long blew in the wind as I remembered the conversations around Megan's table about our youth.  I felt my hair go every way in the world,
remembered when my hair was longer, darker, almost black... stories and friends made me forget today and for a moment, just a moment I knew I and my stories and the stories I heard that night would live forever.