Christmas in the flower district, as I was walking across town on the way to work.
I mentioned a couple of years ago that I play the banjo some, but I haven’t really taken the banjo out of its case for a long time. So Laird, my chief (and, sadly, now only) banjo-playing uncle — more about that later — just sent along this video via my mom, demonstrating what traditional music has been doing while I wasn’t paying attention:
I’d like to think that everything in life gets this weird and awesome if you don’t pay attention to it. I’m hoping that the gardening-tools area of the garage is now facing off into competing teams, or that the boxes full of library books in the basement are having, you know… grammar rumbles.