When Ed and I arrived home last weekend from the most wonderful Winter Bluegrass Jubilee with a packed-to-the-ceiling van, we could hardly make it fast enough to the couch and recliner.

We talked for a bit of how we were bursting with pride and joy about our event, and then we fell in the bed. But, at 2:15, I woke up — my head and

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