By Kristen Roach Thompson, Associate Coordinator, Bluegrass Writers Studio
“But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers. Still crazy after all these years.” -Paul Simon
Maybe this lyric can explain my long-overdue, 40-something studies at Bluegrass Writers Studio. A jury of my peers always sounded like a dream enterprise. But who, exactly, did I picture as my peers, way back in the 1970’s, when Simon crooned this and taught me what nostalgia was? At the ripe old age of five, having seen a meeting of the minds among a certain Skywalker/Solo/Kenobi/Bacca crew, my idea of justice and equality may have been a bit overwrought. Not only would my “peers,” whoever they were, not convict me for my behavior, they’d probably be alongside me, wreaking the havoc we deemed necessary.