I had heard about Lou’s New Years’ Day bluegrass jam and food fest, so I made a point to plan my dogged ass back to CT on New Year’s Day.  Nestled in a neighbor hood in New Haven, in a classy house filled with world class art, and some friendly folks.  I played some with Ron and a several other new folks, and struck some fine music, idle chatter, instrument talk, and food, food, food. 


I got to scan some of the New Haven pickers, including Roger Sprung on the banjo.  Very healthy scene.  I’m glad I did it.