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I remember when this used to be a locally owned cafe place. I think it was some sort of a deli. But they’d have live entertainment at least once a week. I’m not sure how popular it was, but it must say something that the cafe didn’t last very long. Even the few places that moved in after are gone now.

We have a family friend that is a bluegrass performer. He’s actually a pretty big local artist now, but years ago, he would do smaller things. And there was once that he invited me to accompany him. I only had one day to practice the song on my flute, but I think it turned out okay. Despite being incredibly nervous and sweating like a pig.

He never asked me to join him again, which was fine by me. It’s still sad though. That’s one of the few memories I have in this place.