What happened AFTER the Getaway.
You've heard the tale of that fateful trip across the white house lawn. We only started with one buzzard, then there were two. At one point, I looked up and there were 5 or more circling overhead. I'm not making this up.

Drove off to have a bit of lunch, then left for home. After travelling for several hours, I paid the toll on the NJ Turnpike, headed for the George Washington Bridge, then saw a sign for "last services" on Turnpike. I thought I'd better get gas. Now the way some NJ Tpk service stops work is that there's one for both north and southbound traffic. When you leave, you just follow signs that take you in the right direction. This is the point at which things started to go bad for me.

I think part of me wanted to go back to Camp Ramblewood, as I deliberately (although wrongly) followed the signs south. I thought it was rather odd that I passed a few more service stops, as the previous one had claimed to be the LAST one. I thought it was odd when I came to a booth to get a toll ticket, nevertheless, I wasn't that concerned about those minor details and kept going. I finally decided I needed to stop and got off at yet another service stop. I got talking to a gentleman. Me: "How ya doin'?" Him: "Pretty good - I'm almost home." Me: "I've got a way to go." Him: "Where ya headed?" Me: "New Hampshire." Him: "Uh...it's the other way." At that point, everything came into focus and the extra ticket booth and service stops made sense. I suppose, if the moon had been brighter, I might have seen buzzards circling up there in the night sky.

I turned around, and finally got home after 11 hours of driving.

(I'm thinking there's a potential song: "There's a Turnpike in the Twilight Zone")

As to music, other folks have already given a pretty good accounting. I'll see if I can't come up with some more details after they've settled in my brain. It was just great to meet with old friends and new friends for music, conversation and hugs.