At a bluegrass festival in Hagerstown, Maryland, back in the early 1970's I was with a friend from college and during a break I took a stroll to find a drink and was walking back to my seat via the backstage route. As I rounded the corner of the stage low and behold here was the father of bluegrass himself, Mr. Roy Acuff. I stopped and introduced myself. He was wearing his signature white cowboy hat. He was as charming as he could be. His up town was most certainly down home. As I was raised on a farm we could easily talk farming and down home issues that we had both lived through although he was at least twice my age. A true country gentleman.