Jimmy Buffett


I know a lot of you are waiting to see me blow up over the politics that are ruining the country right now. You are just going to have to wait. After spending three days in the hospital laying on my back (I do not sleep on my back), I had a new heart valve put in. I am not in the mood for the antics of the Demoncrats right now.

I am having good memories of the Walnut Valley Festival. No I will not be going this year but I have friends that are going to be there. I have great memories of the festival. This is the 50th year of the festival. I drink my milk every morning in my 49th Winfield cup with my friend Barry Ward on it. I will take good memories over slow Joe anytime.

Yes I wish I was going to be there overdosing on Bluegrass and being around people that would rather talk about their new instruments, seeing good friends, and just closing your eyes as the night sounds from the camp ground lull you to sleep.

If you go down to Winfield look for the Green Flamingos, talk to Orin Friesen, and pick up a copy of the new book that is out this year about the festival. Of course there are friends that have passed on to the big Walnut Grove in the sky. It would not seem to be the same without Bill Barwick. But you can bet his spirit is there.

If you are getting down listening to the talking heads on the boob tube just head down to Winfield on September 14 – 18th. Maybe there is a chance of breaking the drought. If it don’t rain during the State Fair you can predict floods during the Bluegrass Festival.

I will be there with you in spirit!

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