Thursday, July 25 was beautiful. We had warm sunny weather, but cool enough to remain pleasant. I didn't use my car at all; I walked up to the dining hall for lunch and dinner. In between I wrote. Some was my textbook, and some was my report to the College President about my sabbatical.
I am getting used to the solitude. In my cabin I am completely alone. It feels good.
In the evening a local family presented an informal concert of Appalachian roots music. It was delightful. I was struck by the lack of rhythm and prevalence of melody in the music of the mountains that came from Northern Europe. It was the mixture of this style with African rhythms that created rock 'n' roll.
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