TELLING EACH OTHER LIES

Shelia Kay Adams came to see me yesterday. She brought a friend and when I verify her name, I'll come back and add it here. Shelia Kay and I have been performing together for about 25 year, going back to performances at the "green door" in Asheville (an old garage turned "performance center") and extending through over 100 elderhostels. In the interval both of us got stomped by life...what my grandfather called "being frailed against the wall." I guess a fitting analogy for our current status would be, that we are both "cracked plates;" folks need to put us down carefully.

We sat on the porch and told each other lies: a dozen unsolved murders (and who really did it.) We talked about Sy Kahn and "Aragon Mill," Don West and the Highlander Center in Tennessee, William Faulkner, buzzard hygeine (their defense against people who trap them is to puke on them), depression, suicide, gritted cornbread and Dolly Parton and Porter Waggoner singing "The Dark End of the Street." We are doing a show together this Saturday in Highlands and I believe we are both scheduled for the Kidder Cole Festival in Cashiers next week. It was good to see her. It gave me reason to look forward to tomorrow.