When John Prine comes to town it's family event for us. My Dad raised us on Prine, Cash, Nelson, and Presely. I have distinct memories of us riding along in the 1978 black Ford Pickup, heading to the coast and always stopping to check out the elk in the meadows or fish in the Wilson River.
Tonight we head to the Schnitz for great music, Prine telling fun stories and bonding with my Pops and siblings.
I was going to add a video, but alas it didn't work. I'll see what I can do about that.
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