Sorry I'm late, but this summer has been a mess. Tuesday, July 1, 2025: Isle of Palms, SC. Back at the Windjammer. We hate it here, and they hate us (more accurately, the local crew hates Kip, and to a lesser extent, Peter Searcy), but everybody's making a good amount of money, so we're doing it. It's a drag, though. Anyway...we flew to Charleston (the drive from Atlanta is longer than it should be, and pretty much kills any motivation to play anything by the time you arrive). The flight took one hour, which is also a bit absurd. We took cars to the hotel, and our rooms were ready (woooo), so I had a burrito that I'd brought from Atlanta and went for a run. Later in the afternoon, Ganesh and I got a car to take us the venue so we could set our stuff up. All the usual stuff...set up, noodled on my stuff, played the Africa solo four or five times. You know the drill. We did another one of those "soundcheck experience" things for about twenty people, where ...