FRIENDS, OLD AND NEW
Dear Readers, Last week, in Part One of Three about my recent Winfield Bluegrass experiences, I chronicled how it was impossible to be anything other than happy camper. Even if camping hadn’t been such a cinch, I like to think I would have maintained a cheery disposition. Luckily for me and for my friends old and new, we never had to find if that were truly the case. Happy campers all, my pals and I had a ball.