Our Patron Saint of Awesome

This is Lazy Lester. Follow the link for the bio, but the short form is that he was playing the Ponderosa Stomp and he made himself available to anyone who wanted to talk to him about anything at all. He was prone to drop wisdom on the people heading off to the Stomp.

"You girls shouldn't smoke," he told two ladies as they walked by. "It makes you look trashy."

Chris and I decided he is just one of those musical people who has a song pulsing through him every moment of every day. That is some variation on a banjar he is holding. Chris and I wanted to purchase versions of the shirt he is wearing (basically, the shirt off his back) and he invited us back to his hotel room to do so.

"Hang on," he said. "Let me see if my wife is up or if she's asleep."

She was asleep, naturally, but not for long as Lester woke her up to help him find us shirts. We begged her pardon for the intrusion but she just laughed it off as though it happened to her all the time.