I used to live for Sunday nights. Specifically, for the moment when John Hartford would stand up in the front row of the audience and begin playing the banjo on "Gentle on My Mind." I just thought he was the coolest thing! A few years later, I was accompanying a friend on stage. My sister said that something about my demeanor reminded her of John Hartford. I still think that was the greatest complement. Rest in sweet peace, John Hartford. lots of love Anne
