Like I've said before I am pretty good at detaching myself from my emotions because as far as I'm concerned emotions tend to get in the way of doing what is right (sometimes). But, every once in a while my emotions come up from behind and slap me silly.

Yesterday for example. I am struggling to get Emily in and out of the van, push her wheelchair two blocks downhill, finding a spot where she will be out of the sun and comfortable but can still see her brother. I got her settled, got my camera out of the bag, get my lenses changed, explain to Emily that I am going away from her to get pictures of Brother. The band is just getting started and I snap my first picture of Seth in action behind his drums and BAM!! sucker-punched!!! The emotion just overwhelmed me and the tears came... DAMN. I snap a few pictures and just go sit down by Em so I don't embarrass myself and Seth.

It was awful. It was hot. The bandstand was out in the direct sun and it was HOT. The PA was two little 10" speakers on a pole, no monitors, it sucked sooo bad. The speakers couldn't handle the band so they were rattling and farting so bad you could not even understand Tildon. The band had no monitors so they couldn't hear where Tildon was.. makes it a little hard to follow.

I talked with Seth after the first set and he was doing okay, he knew he was playing good (and he was) even if the sound was bad. He was happy.

After the second set they loaded up their equipment and headed to Uncertain Texas (5 hour drive) to play at the Boo Rally (motorcycle rally).

I can't wait to talk to him again to see how that one went, to hear about the lake house they are staying in, if he caught any fish this morning (when he found out they were staying at the lake he packed his fishing pole :) Today they are headed to Shreveport to stay at Tildon's place down there until tomorrow.

He is a traveling man.