A: Foggy Mountain Breakdown (Flatt and Scruggs)
Q: What happens when you arise early early morning to head, with the lens of your dreams, to your magical place in the mountains where fog pools in the coves and hollers, and as you leave the house you step on a crack; then a black cat crosses your path; then your passenger side car mirror is cracked; then the hair on your rabbit's foot is falling out; then you discover that your left shoe and your right are on the wrong feet; then your glasses keep sliding down your nose; then Azalea Blvd. is closed for construction, so you have to take the Rte. 666 detour; then, about three miles from your destination, the engine starts to bawl like a rutting weasel. Then it starts to rain.
