There are two things that I will forvever be grateful to my father for. One is for perfectly seasoning my cast iron skillets, and the other for taking me to see Bill Monroe & his Blue Grass Boys at Woodstock Opera House in Woodstock, Illinois. Their gray suits, ties and white Stetsons just killed me. Because I had musician parents my musical tastes have always been eclectic, but that summer night in Illinois, I fell in love... with Bluegrass. I really did.
I named my teensy stationery biz, Bean Blossom Press, after his Bean Blossom Festival.
Today would be the centennial birthday of Bill Monroe.
Tonight when you're gazing at the harvest moon, give a little nod to Bill's Blue Moon of Kentucky
