The Last Word...

It was like the perfect storm of bad things that could happen at a show. After living in the dust bowl for 3 days, the Philly Folk Festival ended with pouring rain and the artists having to hoof their stuff to their vehicles because no one was allowed to drive on the grounds. Perfect. My parting words to my neighbors, with whom I had shared some laughs over the ridiculous shows we had done over the years, were "this will not be funny for a VERY long time." That's not altogether true, because it's already kind of funny now.