A pretty remarkable thing happened a few weekends ago.
In my last entry, I wrote about traveling across the state to see a band (Tropidelic). Sarah and I made the drive, scooped up our buddy Dan Stone, and pulled up to Sanford’s West End to discover a HUGE crowd packed into the relatively tiny venue. A bit daunted, we surmised we would be stuck at the back and unable to see the boys on stage.
We were wrong.