LAST YEAR, I attended a concert at an unexpected venue: the front of a house in Franklin, Indiana.
The entertainment was a country rock outfit called Guns for Hire. The stage was a porch. Around me sat people on folding chairs or blankets, with others standing along the street. And this was just one of many shows that day, on stoops and lawns around this residential neighborhood, part of the town’s Porchober (a combination of “porch” and “October”).