the blacksmith was working with high heat, as he
bent metal rods into usable shapes.
the fiddle player was standing on a corner, pipe unlit.
even the people walking by at the appalachian festival got into the spirit by dressing up, but i
spotted this daniel boone-type talking on a cell phone.
musicians were everywhere.
one year i bought a t-shirt at this festival. it said:
got music, got art, got an extra bologna sandwich.