IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT

Wind howled and rain crashed against the windows. Thunder rumbled continuously, lightning lit up the room, and fire sirens wailed. Under these conditions, I know the TV should have been turned off. But in the midst of the pledge drive for PBS, there was a Pete Seeger special. How could I not watch that, no matter what the risk?


I love folk music - and bluegrass - and good old time country music. Old time - not the pseudo-country stuff they try to foist off on us today, sung by youngsters who haven't a clue what it's all about. (I know - I know. I'm a crabby old lady. Well, I guess I'm just a Pennsylvania hillbilly after all. Can't help it if I got here by way of Massapequa, New York. I'm still a country girl at heart.)


Pete Seeger was interrupted a little more than an hour into the program, when I lost the satellite signal, but at least it happened at an opportune moment, just as they were pausing to ask us to help fund PBS. I do hope you were able to do that, and that you had the opportunity to hear Pete's story. What a man!


To every thing - Turn! Turn! Turn!

There is a season - Turn! Turn! Turn!

And a time to every purpose under Heaven.