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nonnie roe on me oiner hand, was more of a true Rappahannock County musician. He was born and raised in the county and has been living there all fortyeight years of his life. He, like Charlie, doesn’t make a living from music. Ronnie operates a Texaco. “That's my living” he says. However, he has had music as a larger part of his life. He is in a band called “The Freestate Ramblers” and has made a few recordings with the band’s former (now deceased) fiddle player, John Ashby. “Some day I may want to try and do it (music as a career), at least just to see if 1 can.”
As Charlie says: “The area is pretty good community for bluegrass music. Actually the D.C. and surrounding area is the biggest area in the nation for bluegrass. It’s bigger than Nashville.”
It was through Charlie that I became acquainted with one of the more active parts of the local bluegrass community.
Charlie: “They all get together and pick in Ronnie’s garage every week, on Thursday. Most of the young pickers from around the county just wander in and out. Sorpe nights there are only four or five people there, and other nights you can't hardly stand it, there are so many people.”
When Charlie and I drove over to Ronnie's, we reached a large bunch of pickups, parked on the side of the road. We got out of the car and walked along the side of the small yellow house.
“You’re gonna meet a lot of ‘good ol boys’ tonight,” Charlie promised me. We curved down the pebbled drive, towards the back of the house. I saw a big white shed
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