Apres Bonnaroo

I will be going on at length later about the Hell that was Bonnaroo this year. A woman died, probably of drugs, Mr. McSlore got very ill and I learned never to rely on festival medical centers. Best to take a cab to the nearest clinic. Live and learn. I'll let the car give you some idea of the amount of dust there was, and this was after I wiped it down with a sheet before we left on Monday.