Pragmatist
Pragmatist

Well, that was an exercise in futility.  This is the last time I take directions from a non-driver!  I drove and drove and drove and never did find the place where the guitarists were supposed to be.

When I finally got home again, I checked the entertainment listings in the Ticket+ section of the Sacramento BEE, and found that it was fiddlers' Sunday, not pickers'. And it wasn't in a park, it was in the Grange Hall, which I never did locate.

I have a whole week now to find the Grange Hall.

But I did get rid of a little wanderlust.  Caught a glimpse of the far mountains with their snowy tops.  Drove around for about two hours.  So I guess the day wasn't a total loss. 

Seems like every Someday driver was on every road I wanted to be on.  That's a downer, but I wasn't in any screaming hurry to get anywhere, so the blood pressured stayed down.

So there you have it.



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