Drummer and Missy's Place

[Biowatch]

Eons ago, as a teenager, I and some friends went to bluegrass festival in the Berkshire mountains for a weekend, mainly to be paid go-fers and direct traffic in the parking lot.

We camped out in a tent, and got to hang out by the sound board and wander around when we weren’t working.

It was great.

When we drove home, it seemed like the tires were singing fiddles.