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After four hours of interrupted (by returning Hackensaws) sleep I awoke to hear Pee Paw saying we needed to “Git on down the road.” I knew full well that our next show in Park City was a full day’s drive away and I felt unequal to the task.

This is not to say, however, that the Hackensaws entirely forsook debauchery during their Salinian idyll.

As I watched a pair of particularly toothsome young ladies and a trio of invigorated young men trying to clear a path for their critically mired touring sedan through the Coffee County muck, I tried to imagine the same group of healthy young festivalarians three days hence

Too late and too early for me to wonder why is it raining so hard, or why are Shiner and Dante J. playing chess against a computer they can’t beat (they want to know “why” to make a particular move and the computer only needs to know “when” to make the move it knows to be best).