Spring sprung in Atlanta at 1:18 P.M. on Saturday. All of us love springtime, but Linda Barnes is especially fond of it this year. Two weeks ago, during our last winter snowfall, she slipped on the ice on her deck and broke her arm. It was good to have her and Barney back with us.

Gerald had banjos to sell, so he loaded up the truck and moved to Beverly … er, Ohio, that is. He will be back in his spot again this coming Saturday. It’s a good thing - he is sorely missed when he is gone.

Jim had been AWOL for a few weeks. He and Ellen both have put up a ferocious battle with bronchitis. Although Jim thought he was not completely over it, he was in fine form and sounded strong.

John quoted Groucho Marx: “Outside of a dog a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.”

Interesting note from elsewhere: I found out this week that in Las Vegas, there is a dessert called “Fat Elvis.” Created from one of Elvis’ favorite snacks - the deep-fried banana and peanut butter sandwich – the Fat Elvis is a banana dipped in peanut butter, wrapped in a crepe-like outer shell, deep-fried and served with a side of chocolate dipping sauce.

We did not serve Fat Elvis desserts at the music hall, but we did serve spring themed Oreo cookies with yellow filling. They were cute and delicious.

First-timer, Dori Caras from Greenwood, was visiting with her grandpa, Ray Miller, who is also a longtime music hall fan. Dori says, “My grandpa raves about the show. I’ll gladly come back again and bring my husband.” Ray says wife Alma will be joining him next week too.

Neighbors Del Lennon and Joann Eck from Noblesville were in the audience and were enjoying the show tremendously. They look forward to returning as well.

Greg Duncan, who played “The Entertainer,” was very entertaining himself. He introduced, “Lady of Spain, I adore you,” as “Lady of Spain, I abhor you.” The song “Sentimental Over You,” was preceded by a knock-knock joke by Greg: “Knock-knock.” “Who’s there?” “Armageddon.” “Armageddon who?” “Armageddon Sentimental Over You.” When John asked how many people were at the music hall for the first time (by show of hands, there were 3 first timers), Greg quipped, “How many are here for the LAST time?” Thankfully, not a single hand was raised.

See what you miss when you miss a Saturday night at the hall.