Feasgar math

[Tarheel]

My granddad owned a bar (which he ran when not on the road as a long distance trucker). Those late nights, he and his pals would all have banjos, guitars, spoons and jugs to play while sipping on strange home brewed libations. My senses remember well the denim, leather, harmonies and sawdust. Old men wearing tweed jackets have a place among us and our memories.