Down to the river
Anna, Brian and Jackie and me were the complete cadre. We somehow made it there an hour and a half ahead of the concert--which was ideal--and spent the time on the grass playing dominoes on the cooler (Brian and Anna twice destroyed Jackie and I).
The concert was great--duh. That said, I must say this about Krauss: she has a great voice, a great sarcastic wit, does dynamite fiddling, has a great band, and isn't stuck within one genre, sound or style. How good can it get? On an abstract level (without getting too picky in my comparison), I think she has a lot in common with someone like Johnny Cash, who will be remembered for years to come by more than one kind of crowd.
When we got to the park, a parking attendant warned us not to take any contraband to the gate because we would just have to take it back to the car. Among the no-no items was a camera--and I just happened to have one in my backpack which I was smart enough to remember about when we reached the gate, and unsmart enough to attempt the line with anyway. No matter, they took a look under the main zipper at the blanket and handed it back to me...I remember wondering, though, if they had really searched and found not only the camera but also the voice recorder and such, what would I have been able to say for myself?
Dude! I'm a journalism student! What CAN I say?