So, whenever my mother-in-law's children, which after a little breaking in period included me, got off track from whatever life pursuit we were supposed to be following, she would invariably accuse us of "going to the mountains to play a flute."
I often wondered exactly how this would play out and what it would actually look like in real life.
A good many of my questions were cleared up the other day when we passed through the mountains of Western North Carolina. And there I was, complete with my faithful dog lying at my feet, wondering what tune I would play next.
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