Your mention of Mt. Rushmore made me think of something that happened there in 82 (as I recall). Jack's band, Lower Forty Grass was playing a concert at the Mt. Rushmore Amphitheatre. The first bluegrass band to ever play there (I have pictures). At the time he had a banjo player who was 6'7" but who could never remember that he was 6'7". That poor kid would bop every door beam he walked under. The band was just getting ready to go on stage and the kid was the first one to "bound" energetically onstage. But, of course, he hit the door jam. He rolled out on stage holding his head and yelling, Ow ow ow! The guitar player just stood over him shaking his head and saying, "Son, son, what in thu world are you adoin'? Git up outa there." Jack just walked to the mic and said, "The show will begin as soon as our banjo player gets his head back on." Those were fun days.
Jack seems to have finally turned a corner. Saturday I thought I was losing him for sure. Rushed him back to the hospital. Yesterday, he showed a bit of improvement, and today he ate pretty well and even asked me to take him down to the studio. Praise the Lord for all His blessings.
Ohh Nancy, don't even talk like that...I'm SOOO GLAD Jack is doing better...now the QUESTION, HOW ARE YOU LADY????