Well, the Big Weekend is here, the 52nd Annual Florida Folk Festival, running Fri thru Sun, 12 stages/workshops/jam tents plus all the other displays and food vendors and craftsmen and old friends and new ones too, I hope. White Springs, home of the Stephen Foster state park wish hosts the festival, is only a little over an hour from my home, an easy enough daily drive. Were circumstances different, i.e. I didn't have my duties here, I would try to camp there with all the performers and volunteers.
Naturally, I would hope to be one of the former rather than the latter. I must apply for a performance slot next year. If I and my friend Karen ever get our act together we could also apply as a duo and maybe she could as a single. That gives three shots at acceptance right there! This will be her first trip there; she had just moved south a little over a year ago and didn't know this was held in her backyard.
But then, neither did I until my former LTR, Sue, introduced me to the folk scene. Wouldn't be surprised if I bumped into the Suester this weekend. Not too hard, I hope! But I'd rather be seeing some of the friends I've made over the past three years or so, the Makley family, Carl Wade and Barb Schaefer, ET Morris, the energetic (and pregnant, I hear) Shana Banana, and so many others. It's going to be a great weekend!