This weekend, at the 54th Annual Florida Folk Festival, we are going to crank up the family band and have a good time. Last year, the clan came from all over to join the fun. San Diego, Avon Park, you know, all over.Last year the festival added a beer tent and after the display that went on, what with my cousin B' conking out and rolling up in a strange man's blanket, followed by the subsequent abuse necessary to get him up and moving again, well- I wouldn't be surprised if they decide to just pass on that beer tent for the next 50 years or so. Speaking of things that won't be back, Emmylou Harris is probably done with us too after this same cousin finally came around in time to bellow "Who in the fuck is Amy Lou Harris?" just as she approached the mic for her first song in front of a crowd of thousands.
My Uncle Jay, he's a pilot, and plans on flying into the festival this year. By "fly into" let's hope he means- ah hell, that joke is just to easy to bother with don't you think?
Last year we rode the "Bridge to Bridge" trail along the Suwanee river and I did the whole thing blind on account of I got military strength DEET in my eyes and S'quatch just kept ignoring me or saying things like, "so your eyes are really burning then?" or "On a scale of 1-10 exactly how bad do they burn?" as though the screaming and clawing didn't make that clear enough.
At least when the family band finally took the stage they played to a packed house. To a stranger they must have seemed like a pretty big deal, not knowing we was all related.
Stick around long enough and they will figure out how you're related to us too. It's not that we don't like strangers, we just prefer family.
-Juancho
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Hey, you forgot, "How might your life change if your eyes quit burning?" or "Not that you'd ever choose such a fate, but is there anything useful or good about searing, burning eyes?"
Amy Lou Harris!!
Ah, the annual Bridge-to-Bridge debacle. Two years ago, riding with toeclips, I wrecked and gouged my calf, leaving a mark that's with me still. Last year brought the impassable lake in the middle of the trail and Juancho's DEET disability. What will this year bring? A limb lost to an alligator? Trail-kill venison stew? A kamikaze into the Suwannee? Stay tuned.
Maybe I can get some company on my Shoals ride this year.
By the way, I just wrote Rosanne Cash and warned her about yer kin, Juancho. Maybe they'll cut her some slack on account of her dad and all.
maybe we should start with the Shoals?
Suits me fine. Met a gator there last year, but he was an accommodating young fella that moved off the trail to let me pass.
Look for Cousin B gnawin on the mystical Suwanee watermelon rinds. He mostly floats in the wee pre-dawn hours.
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