It was a crisp October morning in the fall of the year of our lord 2015. Our rental minivan made its way through the wilds of slightly upstate New York. We hiked our way across rolling green orchards, picking from trees the sweet fruits of autumn. Parched from our journey, we pranced to the local beer garden, delighted by the prospect of speaking to no one and drinking all of the beer. Gathered around the picnic table, clad in our finest flannel, chickens fluttering around our feet, we drank our weight in pumpkin beer and apple. Lo! What music did we hear? Two musicians playing sweet, sweet country tunes. A guitar, a piano, and covers of country standards.
The Blue Collar Band had arrived.