Keep it UP, Spaw and Kat!

Abby Sale and his lovely daughter drove an hour to come kidnap me this afternoon to go hear a band of which Abby is fond that was playing at a street festival only blocks from my house that I otherwise would have ignored attending. After the band's set ended we all retired to a Tappas bar where the service was lousy but food, drink (once they arrived) and company were grand, and Abby even led us in the singing of a chantey - something quite rare to occur in public in Mebane, North Carolina.

Today was a good day.