Honky Tonkin' In Rio Linda

After a nice potluck dinner with Lisa C. and friends, I finally bent to six months worth of pressure from E., and went dancing.

Ended up at the Moose Lodge in Rio Linda, dancing to country music.

The band seemed to be a pick-up kind of affair. I asked the drummer what the band was called and it turned out he didn't know. Either no one told him, they told him but he didn't understand (he may have been a bit deaf - a hazard of the profession), or more likely, it wasn't important: everyone who could play a tune or sing a song was welcome.

Towards the end of the evening "Julie Ann" and friends noodled with their own newly-created country songs. And they didn't mention prison, mama, Texas, or pickup trucks, even once....