"Look around you," said an older man. "You're the youngest person here by a lot. If this doesn't change, we're going to lose a lot."
I was at a old time gospel sing at a tiny church in a hamlet of a small town in Vermont. The church has services once a month, April-December. Places like this don't tend to attract the people who can't remember what they were like in their prime (in this case, the 1940s). But people in the Upper Valley are adamant about keeping traditions alive, and they're just trying to figure out how to do that with a population that has a dearth of people old enough to care, but young enough to be magnetic in their enthusiasm.
