As unlikely as it seems, we know the day that we first met, the day our friendship began, which is to say we know the day we started playing together. Those three things happened on the same day, September 14, 1964, a day that will “live forever in serendipity,” to quote Robert.

For those of you who know us, you’ve heard the story told with embellished variations over the years, but the bones of the story remain the same. Robert and I met the first afternoon we were in college, and by early evening he and I were playing for a small but appreciative group of newly minted freshmen that filled the dorm room and the hallway beyond.

And then it happened... through the crowded doorway came a disembodied banjo neck with David McNiel attached. Because it’s been forty-three years since we “...took that fateful bet,” no one can say for sure what we first said to each other or even the first song we played together, but the odds are good it had its roots in some cross between bluegrass and folk for two boys from North Carolina and one from rural Pennsylvania.

David Livingston
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