INDESCRIBABLE FEELING: It wasn’t a concert, and it wasn’t a speech — it was something quieter, deeper. Inside the old Statler Brothers studio in Staunton, Virginia, Don Reid stood beneath the dim amber lights, the same walls that had once echoed with laughter, harmony, and the hum of four voices that defined a generation.
It wasn’t a concert, and it wasn’t a speech — it was something quieter, something far deeper. Inside the old…