Friday evening I made my usual stop to stand with the peace vigil folks. The guys on the other side of the street were loud and vicious as usual. They seem to be stuck in some kind of mental time warp, I was accused of being a follower of Jane Fonda, a commie, and the usual traitor. Really sad group ....must be awful to be them.Then, I met John at the little restaurant near the bridge because we wanted to hear a local bluegrass group. Our young dentist plays with them. They are really quite good. Seems like everyone in town that we knew was there. People were happy dancing, drinking (but no one got obnoxious, just more exuberant) and enjoying the breeze from the river.