December issue of Columbia Metro magazine


I've loved writing for Columbia Metropolitan Magazine for some 30+ years. My favorite assignments are features about people whose work I admire. 

This month, I got to write about Columbia native Barrett Smith who has gained national fame as a member of the Steep Canyon Rangers. He was an absolute delight to interview and has such an interesting story to tell about his path to success. He loves Columbia and the people here who believed in him. 

For anyone who remembers the bluegrass jams at El Burrito, have been to BirdFest or took guitar lessons from Robert Newton, you may find some familiar themes in this article. 

As a fun aside, I was thrilled to be one of the featured writers in this month's issue.

And this month's cover photo is spectacular!




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