Turn on that karaoke machine... I'm feeling the need to sing "Crazy". Speakin' of invisible people and last weekend, I drove all the way to Mudstock in Columbus to meet Kat and her sister, since she said she wanted to hear Alice sing, sent me messages about where they were staying, talked up the dutch oven dinner, well.... I wandered around that campground all afternoon looking for anyone from Wyoming. They didn't show up. BTW, the event is Bluegrass, (LEEJ you failed to tell us that) and so I listened to a few people near a picnic table and tent playing bluegrass, then eventually gathered up my dripping wet son who had been playing in the river, and drove home before darkness and mosquitos set in. I had anticipated sitting around a camfire with Kat and her family, singing folk songs, but never got the chance to sing a one. I kept wondering if Kat and her crew had a car accident. I lost my parents and my aunt in a car accident in '79, so I am paranoid and worry about such things.
Anyway, Kat, dear heart, I did want to meet you, I appreciate that you have apologized for cancelling your plans without letting me know. Now, I have a huge loaf of gourmet basil-feta bread leftover. It's wonderful, have a slice with that Eddie coctail, Spaw. Me, I'll just have coffee with cream, please.