Oops -- last post got away from me (thank gawd it got posted!) before I was ready. Here's what was s'pozed to be:

Not so much a festival as an invitational folk gathering (because space is limited). Tom's on the board of directors. There's music in every room, under every tree. Tom usually holds down the Curmudgeon's Corner on the porch -- where they solve the problems of the world. ( More problems of the world were solved when Jonathan Eberhardt held down the Curmudgeon's Corner.) Tom orders the beer. (This year I did while he was in the hospital -- on top of everything else. But THIS is IMPORTANT!!! )

Okay -- so tomorrow early I have to grab my documentation that we have no money and go to MY doctor's appointment -- then I can go and see if I can bring Tom home yet again.

Linn