There’s much about it that’s mythical, that takes the music way beyond its own unique syncopation and opening guitar riffs into something so big that

There may come a time when someone’s great-grandma discovers a dusty old day book some long-ago ancestor left behind, a broken mess of scribbled-in remnants

Come January, what you’ve got to work with here is a snowy quilt, occasional azure up above, dusky grasses the color of buffalo calves, and

We were in Spakenburg, the Netherlands, the whole Schaap family, because I wanted to see what that world looked like–I had to see it to

‘Twas in the moon of winter-timeWhen all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi ManitouSent angel choirs instead;Before their light the stars grew dim,And wandering hunters

“You ought to see it–it’s right there on your way home. Just turn right, into Dakota City. Watch for the signs.” That I didn’t know

You really can’t miss that scary cover, but let me help you with the small print. On the first day, the program offers great music

Three things about my grandparents’ grave you may miss unless I point them out. The first is my bottom half, in white shorts, so telling