I’m writing this a little drunk, which is something I never allow, except for why not? We saw some of Kevin Morby’s set on the outdoor stage at Mohawk after a fire had just gotten going north of Fredericksburg (so said the maps and the bartenders) and it was windy and the ash was falling on us like snow. And moments like that are how I know the end of t…
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