Fest-taa-vul!
Wed, 10/07/2015 - 14:07
Kenneth Collins...
A mangy old dog straggles across a stage, dragging his weathered leash behind him. He saunters directly in front of a performing band. Anywhere else, this might seem out of place. But the only thing more appropriate on this stage, nestled in the Blue Ridge woods, would be if a skunk wandered in front of the band.