We drove to Louisville, Kentucky to play a festival, which included a frisbee-catching dog show during our breaks. The P.A. was kicking, and Devon (our new drummer) performed great. On a personal note, my 99 year old grandmother had visited with my brother a few days ago. She left her purse at his house, which is just across the river from where we were performing. I called my brother on our way to the show, and it just so happens he was going to a baseball game just across the street from where our stage was. So, in between our first and second shows, we arranged a "purse swap" in the parking lot. He went to the game with his wife, but still made it over to catch our last set. Now I've just got to get the thing to my grandma....