My family gathered for a lovely visit this past week at my home in the great providence of Trout. My sister breezed in from up north, my brother and his wife drove in, and my young 89-year-old daddy was among the crowd. Of course, my sons and their wives, my girl Vic, and all the grand ‘kiddos’ were present. Toward the end of the visit, we pulled out the guitars and strummed a few songs, voices singing along and toes tapping. We mostly sang songs from the past like “Wildwood Flower”, “The Old Country Church”, “Bobby McGee” and so on. There was a hint of family harmony and plenty of memories to go along with it. Everyone had a great time and left with smiles on their faces, humming a tune under their breaths.