Dad's Birthday

I poked around all morning Saturday getting showered, shampooed and packed to go to Vicki's to help with our dad.

My gift to him this his 90th year, was to take him to the Bluegrass Concert in Waynesboro, Pa. Darn, nobody else wanted to go with us!!! Vicki met us at The Eagles Club for a quick sandwich before the show and then she went back to her office.

Pap has gotten into the habit of backseat driving the whole way there and back. "You don't have to drive so fast." "There's a turn up here, slow down." " You have to stop at this Stop sign." "There's a red light up ahead." Etc. It makes you want to scream. I'm so glad it's only 10 miles each way.

We got there a little after 7 PM and only about 58 people had braved the snow drifts to attend. Two groups were playing, which consisted of 11 pickers and fiddlers. Almost felt sorry for the lack of participation but the weather was not great.

The music was good and dad enjoyed all the attention for his Birthday, but they played until 11:20PM and I was really getting antsy. Dad entertained himself for 2 1/2 hrs. pulling the string through the bottom of his jacket (it had slipped into the slot on one side) so he passed the time productively. I on the other hand sat idly tapping my foot to the music.