Oh boy. Gotta love small-town America. This town is like Mayberry, but without Aunt Bea. It's like being stuck in a time-warp. Kinda cool, kinda scary…Anyway, Terry was running late in his return from DC, so Carter, Jordan and I packed up and headed on without him or Barry. When we arrived in Blackstone, we were directed to our very own flat-bed trailer ("stage"). When we exited our van, we noticed something missing. Now, we're no sound engineers, mind you, but we were pretty sure there was no sound system to be found. What's more, there was no sound PERSON to be found. Hmmm - what to do? We strolled up the main drag, Carter's dad Mayo (mayor of Blackstone) in tow. We took in the sights (jewelry and food vendors, a dunking tank, that thing that you hit with a sledge hammer to try and make the bell ring, etc.) and the smells (pizza, hot dogs, FUNNEL CAKE!) and sounds (music, laughing, screaming). Not too long after, Barry and Terry arrived. We began to set up, Barry went to seek our sound man. Lo and behold, he found him - set up (completely) at another stage, two blocks away. So, with less than an hour till start time, the band heads to the said other stage to break down/move the PA. I continued to set up. It takes about an hour and a half to get re-wired and set up at OUR "stage", but finally, we're ready to go. And it was right about this time that Terry noticed a series of big, black clouds creeping over the horizon. Now, we're no weathermen, but I tell you, it sure looked like it was gonna rain. Despite our better judgment, we pressed on. We had busted our butts to get set up and by George we were going to PLAY! And play we did - about 3 songs. Then, all of a sudden, it was: "trickle, trickle, trickle...FLOOD." The sky opened up and showed no mercy. EVERYTHING got drenched. It happened so fast, and there was so much water, we stopped hurrying. Barry played Amazing Grace on the pipes as the rest of us scurried around. And pretty soon, it stopped. But not before soaking everything - drums, guitars, bass's, amps, pedals - they were all very wet. Waterlogged and dazed, we packed up, said our good-byes, and headed to Wendy's. She made it all better.