Given the druids on the lawn playing Marco Pollo and the various wildlife disturbances, this was the vegetarian icing on the cake of my life, made even sweeter with the people on the lawn trying to sort out various medical instructions and remember if they left the stove on. Trey, is he like a psychic who can see the future? No playleo this round, its hard enough to get everyone in one place not to mention start flinging accusations about who forgot calibrate the, the, uh, uh,

Saturday's Divided Sky has officially burned into my soul harder than any melodic aural moment ever has or ever will again.