Blowouts and Banjo Music, part 1

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  1. Amanda says:

    I’ve been to Wallace a couple of times. My great-grandmother’s family was from there. Wonder if your serial-killer-tire-repair guy was one of my long lost relatives?!

  2. Amanda says:

    Ok so now that I’ve heard part 2 of the story, I’m sure he wasn’t related. Not because of the “trouble” he got himself into but because my Mama didn’t call to let me know one of my relatives I’ve never met had gotten into trouble. You have to keep family in the loop about these sort of things – it’s a southern tradition!

  3. Anonymous says:

    WELL MR.FRANKS, I am glad it was my wedding you came too, bc after part two and all the fun you might never want to do a beach wedding again. Yikes. SEE now you got me reading blogs and such. HMMMMMM I am so thankful you made it and returned safely home. Thank you!!!

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