Neither man spoke for a stiff moment.
“You doing any good with the song?” Jack finally asked.
“Oh, just middlin’,” Tom Dooley said. “A little Girl Scout action, that’s about it. Occasional old hippie frailing a banjo. To be honest, I ain’t done much good since Burl Ives died. Jack tales doing all right?”
Jack made a face. “Ah, storytelling festivals, mostly. Appalachian Studies scholar every once in a while, but the pointy-heads have done drunk that well about dry.”
“Law, law,” Tom Dooley sighed. “What a world.”
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