I was 22 years old in the summer of 1977, when I covered the Great Northern Bluegrass Festival at Mole Lake. It was an unforgettable experience.

It’s funny how certain bits of music can get under your skin. Several years ago, I was having a visit with my old buddy Gene out in upstate New York. You May Also Like: On Eric Weissberg, Doc Watson and Lester Flatt: ‘By the Time We Got to Mole LakeRead More