I’m home from the New Bedford Folk Festival and filled with tales to tell. It’s been a while, but this was worth waiting for. It would be nice if I remembered what happened; at least I have my marked schedule, so I can fake the music. The story you are about to read is true, the memories have been changed to protect the idiot. That’s me.
Category: Festival
Huzzah, I’m starting to write in the morning, late morning, but just before 11 AM. I’ll consider that a victory. If I can think of something to write about it will be another. Here’s a real victory, I made my plans with Mike to go to the New Bedford Folk Festival. We have missed the […]
Yesterday I went to the Caramoor American Roots Festival. I always go but this year considered not going because I didn’t want to be out in the sun with my skin still recovering from last week’s burn. I didn’t want to go if it rained. I lucked out, the weather was just what I needed overcast.
Wise Madness 