Welcome to the Floyd Country Store E-Newsletter!
It’s the solid “thwack!” of the screen door that tells you when you’ve left the kitchen. And the crunch of gravel under your feet that means you’re off the porch.
But what does it sound like when you step outside the real world and onto the Internet? Does your laptop “plink” or “boop” or “thwack” to let you know?
Well, here at the Floyd Country Store we’re about the find out. Welcome to the Premiere Issue of our E-Newsletter. It might sound like we’re tuning up before the Friday Night Jamboree. Or warbling the first shy note of a tender love ballad. Or maybe dipping a scoop into a new gallon of ice cream. Whatever it reminds you of, it’s the sound of something new for us. And hopefully for you, too. So, we’d like to offer up a chapter in the rambling story of the Floyd Country Store. Just to keep in touch. And to let you know that we’re doing just fine.
Two fellows from Indiana
It’s kind of like how we noticed a couple of fellows out front one afternoon not too long ago. They seemed nice enough for young people. They were dressed for the road and looked as though they’d been on it for some time.
Turns out they were buddies who wanted to see the Crooked Road and make its story a part of theirs. They’d heard nice things about Floyd all the way back home in Indiana. Sounded like a good place to them. Who can blame ’em? So they set out for our front stoop. And that’s where they landed.
See, Floyd was a new place to them — with new sounds and sights. It takes a stout heart to point your car in a new direction and take your foot off the brake. They probably wondered where that road was taking them, just as we sometimes marvel at where this Information Superhighway takes us. It’s a journey either way.
Hand-made: the essence of the Floyd Country Store experience
Maybe it was the hand-crafted music at the Friday Night Jamboree. Or the Buckwheat Pound Cake at our new baked goods counter. Something about Floyd sounded right to these fellows. “We’re gonna stay in Floyd until our money runs out,” one of them told us. Sure enough, they were around for a good long while.
They came to the Floyd Country Store Music School recital to hear 75 students make music with their bare hands. You could tell they were impressed because they stuck around for the whole show and even afterward.
They experienced Alaskan bluegrass played by “The Red Head Express” who came even farther than they had just to be here. It might have something to do with the harmonies provided by the Walker family’s four daughters, but the two fellows were entranced. They ought to see who else is coming into town.
They came to an art opening we had recently where we unveiled a magnificent portrait of a Native American in full regalia on Buffalo Mountain. You can come by and see it yourself any time. 
They each tried a “Mocha Malt,” a special concoction that you can have at our ice cream counter or make at home.
They liked to look through our selection of CDs packed with artists from around our region — and around the world. Said they’d never seen anything like it. Probably never will again. They picked up a few disks for the road. Said the banjo made their car run faster and the fiddle kept the rain away. We’re gonna try it for ourselves.
And then one day they were gone. The screen door “thwacked” behind them, their shoes 
crunched in the gravel, and they were back on the road. Happens a lot around here. Seems like when folks come to visit they become a part of things in Floyd. When they go, we go with them. And we sure do wish them well.
Do your part to keep the Internet green
The Floyd Country Store Newsletter may not be printed on newsprint, but you still need to dispose of it properly to make sure your Internet doesn’t get clogged up. So, when you’re done reading, recycle it by sending it on to a friend or two.
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Of course, if you’d rather not find us in your inbox in the future, we understand. You can unsubscribe right here. We wish you well, too.
And if you ever get up to Floyd County, listen for the music that’s made by hand. That’s where you’ll find us. We’ll be tuning up.
