There was abuse in my family, but it was mostly musical in nature.

Just a little something about myself, for those who may not know. I was raised in a small town that thinks it is a big town pretending to be a small town. Growing up, my father was a professional musician and my mother was a housewife. Now that is not to say that my father was just a professional musician, it just sounds cooler than what he got paid the "big bucks" for (videographer for the Governor's Office).

Around this time of year I really start to miss my childhood. Now is the time in Frankfort that we let our crazies out of their pens and take them all downtown. Some call it Holmes Street Mardi Gras, some call it redneck round-up, officially it is called Capitol Expo. It is also the kick off to summer. Now I say all this to say that my father's band was kinda a staple at Expo every year. They were called the Bald Knob String Band, and they had a following! In this picture, my daddy is the fiddle player. They wrote and performed songs specifically about Franklin County and they were hysterical. As previously stated, Expo was the kick off. My summers were spent traveling to the far corners of the state of KY to various festivals and other redneck round ups to see my dad play. As you can tell, I'm pretty proud of my dad.

Now I was the oldest of three girls (altogether now, "Poor Daddy") so it was my job to be the unofficial roadie. This was a job that I could really get behind. I got to take the instruments from the van (mini-van, that is) and carry them BACKSTAGE. I know, right!?!?! How cool was I?!?!?
Have you ever seen the movie A Mighty Wind? Yeah well, I knew those people. They were all backstage at my da's concerts.

Sadly, my dad doesn't play much anymore. I really miss that life. Now had I been even the least bit intelligent I would have learned to play an instrument that paid, and it wouldn't have had to end. But, that is a tale for another time. Some kids miss the summer camps, some kids miss the summer vacations.... I miss my job as a roadie with a string band. Draw your own conclusions.