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Old Hank was sitting on his porch at Buck Naked Hunt Camp, whiling away what’s left of his life, when 2 words kept screaming, over and over, in his ear.

Why not?

Why not now? Why not Charlottesville? Why not these 12 songs, every one of ‘em with one foot in the Blue Ridge and the other in Hood County Texas? Why not take one last swing at it and let the shit lay where it lands?

“Fuck it,” Old Hank said. “Medicare will pay for it if I hurt myself. Let’s do this”.

Why the fuck not?