At least that's what I'm told. The Stacey sisters depart Columbus in a few hours, and we all caravan down I-24 to Manchester at 5 a.m. to queue up for a prime camping spot.
I'm ambivalent at best about the Roo. If offered a refund, I'd snatch it up. After two weeks of swelter and personally soaked T-shirts, this sweat factory does not feel like sweating amongst 60,000-plus people also going without showers or indoor plumbing for four days.
Lower expectations, however, are a good thing - that way, there's no disappointment.
So long as I see Willie, B.B and Levon, I'll probably consider it a success. We'll double that if the mounted security don't hassle me over my Paulaner mini-keg.
If I return with a tick-borne disease or a punched trunk lock, that could get downgraded.
Then again, if someone is selling "Down with Parasites" bumper stickers, everything else is gravy.
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