A populous Shack session this week. As there had been a break in the rain and the evening was a mild one, I tipped out early with the instruments across my back for the session.
It wasn’t long before a good number of Arizonians (Arizonans??) arrived on the scene. The fingerpicker, the sherrif and ze germanz gathered around the table along with the unassuming gentleman and a lively session proceeded among the appreciative company.
It only took a little coaxing to get the chief Arizonian (Arizonan?) up for a song, which he dedicated to Dunne’s Stores thusly.