He invited Sandy and me to join him next door for a hamburger as his guest. After lunch, he said we should visit Bill Monroe’s home on Jerusalem Ridge and see his grave at the town’s cemetery. Both were just a few miles down the road. Then, if we still had time, we could drive to Hartford and check out the things going on there as part of the big Habitat for Humanity event. He thought we’d enjoy Hartford. He said there’s a sign going into town stating that 2,000 happy people and a couple of soreheads live there. It was true, too, he said.