The local paper (promised an invite back to my house to meet and interview some performers) has outdone itself. A top of the page listing on the weekly calendar, a story on the top right page further on and ANOTHER mid-page in a music section. All glowing promises of an afternoon of incredible music, an ideal outdoors location and the the wonders of the museum and the Snow Squall.
The museum phone has not stopped ringing since about 10AM. One call from a "strange" man from Washington who was packing his car and scheduled to arrive Friday night so that he could have a good seat Saturday.
Which one of our beloved loonies is that? And does he need a bed?