So I saw this guy laying in the midday sun just staring at a yellow flower he’d picked. He’s a local, not one of those crusty festival followers that there were so many of. Jim was pretty mellow, didn’t really start much conversation with me after talking about how good the 14 year old guitarist who just graced the stage ripped up a Stevie Ray Vaughn tune. So I let him be.

Some folks at these festivals are just the opposite. I met a guy named Greg yesterday who told me about his rehab stint, his move from downtown Chicago and his new-ish job and new outlook.
Greg had an excellent hat but unfortunately, out of all the information he was willing to volunteer I couldn’t find out where he grabbed his hat. I also met this dude named Matt who, after dancing with eyes closed and head towards the sky pulled out a huge nugget of pot and was trying to get me to go get stoned with him. Nice enough dude but, ah, I’m working. Plus…just say no! haha what a time.