Hello. The Fourth of July is behind us and summer is slipping away. We spend the first 6 months of each year prepping for Saturday in the Park, a music festival held on the Saturday closest to Independence Day for the past 19 years. The closer it gets to the day of the festival everyone around town is buzzing about the bands, the weather, the crowd, the parking and the beer. The week of the fest there is something going on daily. The anticipation builds and then the day finally arrives... and in the blink of an eye, it's over. This year was weird. I felt like everything was happening in a dream-like state and I was looking through a fogged-over window, yearning to be part of it. You know, kind of like life.

Peace