Last year was my first year vending at the 60th Florida Folk Festival. My sister, Betsy, braved excessive heat, voracious ticks, all night music jams and primitive camping at the Florida State Park Stephen Foster Cultural Center for three nights and four days.

This Memorial Day Weekend I’ll be vending at the 61st Florida Folk Festival. I feel honored to have been invited back. Betsy won’t be attending with me however. This year she’s taking my 90 year old father to a wedding on Saturday afternoon. Not hers. Or his. Perhaps she’ll drive three hours each way to attend the festival on Sunday. She says she wants to. Continue reading “61st Florida Folk Festival” →