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Nothing to see here. On your way. But before you go, let me send you to…
The Slippery Slope of Winter Parts One and Two, from the last two issues of the Star Sentinel / Roanoke. If you’ve read Slow Road Home, you know this true tale of my close encounter with the White Witch of Winter when I almost became a piece of ice sculpture on Walnut Knob.
It’s sort of comical, looking back, but that brush with hypothermia’s made me have a greater respect for ice underfoot! I’ve remembered this adventure this winter, here alone, coming back and forth from Café del Chicken.
And, apologies: I discovered this morning that Posterous will treat audio files like a podcast. So to check it out, I found a musical file hidden in the vault–a quick take, off the cuff, one-pass recording from a time when my hands worked on the guitar reasonably well (check out the fingers on this guy!) and I borrowed Willy Nelson’s nasal twang attempting my version of Stardust. You were warned.
And BTW, I will be posting more often to Posterous at http://fred1st.posterous.com/ so stop by. I’ll put stuff there too embarrassing, inflammatory or trivial for Fragments.
Thanks for the redirect to your story in the Roanoke Star-Sentinel. It’s a good little story. You write well. Having once lived in Virginia, I know how that ice can be. Now I live in Maine (more snow than ice).
Willie Nelson is my favorite singer, and you channeled him very nicely. I think you got the tremulo/nasal perfect! I’m sorry your pickiing days are oveer, but you need to get an accompanist and keep on singing!