{one last post}

yesterday i walked down to the park where the folk fest had been and they were mowing the grass and cleaning up the last of the cups and styrofoam food containers and i walked around for a bit. i guess when i looked up at the trees, i half-expected to see amy milan hanging out in a branch or something. she wasn't. and so, because the rest of the city has clearly moved on and maybe was never as emotionally invested in the whole thing as i was, i will finally quit talking your ears off about #rff12. i'm sure you know, though, that i could go on and on about it. i'll leave you instead with a playlist of some of the wonderful artists in attendance. big fat hairy dramatic sigh.