Our neighbors to the right.
Our neighbors to the left. Ken and Joanna drove down from Toronto, and saved our lives by letting us lounge under their canopy.
Yep, it's the Maytag repair man.
Me with a Huntsvile Times umbrella. Notice that no one is looking at me.
Ralph Stanley and the Clinch Mountain Boys. The crowd was exceptionally reverent. They wouldn't let poor Ralph get off stage.
Ralph Stanley fans.
The shirt says, "Will drop pants for ticket." Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of the guy with the shirt that says, "Golf can go fuck itself."
This girl painted herself green. Not sure why.
Nick has a meeting of the minds with Towely.
The White Stripes, a husband and wife duo that somehow sounds like Led Zeppelin. It was the last band we saw.
No idea.
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