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Chapter 4
Knowing him, there’d be lots of other people there, and that wasn’t where my mind was, at all. Work became busier because it was summer, and people wanted their pools presentable for parties and sunbathing. I went home tired and dispirited most days, but at least I could pay the bills. I went to the bluegrass festival when the day arrived. It was super-crowded that Saturday, and I was happy for the promoters that they’d at least get some of their money back. Flannery’s Revival wouldn’t be on stage until later in the evening, but I wanted to catch some of the other bands, too. I grabbed a beer and bopped my head to Mama’s Strawhut, a cool mix of hillbilly funk that was pretty damn good. The other bands that followed were kickass, too. And then finally, it was time for Landry’s group. My
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