A Different Drumbeat

I love music. I grew up with music at home. My Grandma (Essie) was part of the Hayes family from Boone, North Carolina. She played old ballads from Appalachia on her guitar until she was well into her 80’s. In fact, we would roll her from her room in the Convalescent center to the common…

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A Different Drum Beat

Over the years, I’ve met people who are quite a bit different than I am. Some people are different than anyone I know. I have used the phrase that “they march to the beat of a different drum”.  I realize that is a kind way of saying they are weird compared to me and my…

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