All around South West City, Missouri, acoustic music fans mark their calendars for the second Saturday in June at my sister Joyce and her husband Bob's house concert on the grounds of their 120 year old home. About 150 people show up, some arriving Friday night for choice camping spots around their ponds. By mid-day Saturday the kids are swinging on ropes into the pond or canoeing or generally running around while their parents pick and strum and enjoy good food.
After the formal part is over, the picking, strumming and singing goes until the wee hours followed by a hearty breakfast in the morning. I'm glad I got to be there there this year. And in answer to the obvious question, no, I don't play...but I listen real good.
