The night was led off by 30 long minutes of a local group of older women named Glory Bound. They were different, certainly not a group we would have gone to see on purpose. The leader was not nearly as witty as she thought she was; and told, what I thought, was an inappropriate joke for church about a dead mule (or donkey or something). She also kept pointing to people in the audience and saying “Hey xxxx, I remember you from the Legion Hall”. Imagine that with a ‘hick‘ accent.
We hadn’t heard the Gann Brothers in many years. They were just as good as were remembered.