V. A Night of Festivities! — Jeff McNish
Reading Time 6 minsI played a wedding Saturday. Briefly, anyway. After that, I had achieved guest status. My contact was, Mr. Coy, the father of the bride. He’s a club-footed tailor who plays some guitar and fiddle. I don’t understand a lot of what he says; he has a gruff, barking manner. I had been walking around Hillsborough and people were admiring my ukulele. A guy (Cecil, one of the Brunswick Strugglers) pulled me into Mr. Coy’s shack/shop where he played my uke. Tailor Coy’s residence is across the street from the tennis courts, a shed with two windows, a… Read More »V. A Night of Festivities! — Jeff McNish