Behold! Bets and the Boys

   Bets and the Boys are back (in business and in Nebraska!) It has been music almost non-stop since we got here, except during lunch time, that time is sacred.:) Would it surpise you then that we coincidently have more pictures of us in the kitchen than us playing music? Shows where the photographer's priorities are...

   Anyway, Betsy has flown away, away beyond cloud nine. It is all we can do to get her to bed at night, and that is due mostly to the difficulty of even getting ourselves to bed. Music is powerful stuff! 

   Half the fun is the people we play with and meet in all the jamborees and practices. It is fun to watch Betsy interact with other musicians...you can tell she loves them and just accepts each one for who they are. On the other side of the harmony people just get ecstatic about Betsy and her music; they want to include her in everything.

   As for Seth, he is wherever the music is, too, besides taking a lead in the work projects and games. Seth is kind of like our balast to keep us all steady and going in the right direction. And there is me, making sure we are all fed both physically and earfully. I join the music, that way I do not miss out on anything, besides the bodhran is just the greatest percussion extant. 

   I will have to persuade our errant photographer to get some videos and pictures of all the excitement. But for now all I have is what we do during lunchtime. :) 

Getting priorities straight here!

Betsy is always looking up good music and bands. 

   That reminds me, at our latest Jam session we met another great musical group called Scenic Roots: two sisters that play and sing old mountain, celtic, and gospel music. We really like their music and you should, too! Go to scenicroots.com and see what you think! 

   Anyway that brings the David the Post Host to the conclusion of another post. Protect yourselves from the bite of the frost until next time though you may never know when I may post again.

Crossing Countless Cornfields

   The hum of an engine, the impartial glare of the sun, mile after mile being beaten down by tireless tires, periodic snoozing, the glassy gaze of the driver, sonic vibrations softening our senses from unforgiving speakers, and yada yada yada...sound familiar? All  too familiar to Betsy, Seth, and David. 

   Traveling should be our family name. If I ever have change my name it might end up something close to exactly like this David German Traveler. I will surely miss this nomadic missionary life when in my scholastic cell I study away next semester. But until then and and every moment before I will love every minute and more. Besides I do not think my companions would allow me to do otherwise.

   It only seems like we are in the car every other day during those breaks when we are not actually in the car everyday. We have traveled hundreds of miles each week; somedays we are gone twelve hours going here and there and everywhere. Thank goodness we have good CD's and conversation to keep the drivers awake. ;) 

   Thanks again for reading the post from our host, David. We hope you make the most of it until next time because you never know when I may post again.