I enjoyed one of my loveliest drives ever in late March 2012. My sainted parents had invited me to join one of their many post-retirement trips. So, I flew into Asheville, North Carolina, rented a car, and departed for their time-share condominium on Lake Lure, about an hour away.
I expected that area to be rich in bluegrass music. So, I clicked on the radio, only to find a particularly hideous rap tune oozing from the speakers. Repulsed, I swiftly turned one station to the left.
