Big Bottom Festival 1999

Created by Josh Foust-Moro

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Big Bottom Story by Lori Rodhall

OKay! Here's a story: Saturday evening at Big Bottom, the band was jamming, Dana's Lounge was up and running, the sun was setting, my belly was full of food and beer and other and it and my head were burning with the beginning of a perfect buzzzzzzz. After enjoying this feeling for an hour or so, I realized that there was only one thing missing, My son. I must have searched for another hour (it seemed like it anyway) asking everyone. Some people had seen him running around, most hadn't. I managed to burn my buzz off pretty quickly. And worry didn't really hit me (he's been there several times before) until I realized that I had looked everywhere and beyond everywhere was pretty dark. Just then, he and John came casually walking up to me, shining his flashlight in my face. "Mom, we were out there in the field. It was really dark! We were looking at the constellations and John told me the names of some of them!" Then I was reassured that I was among friends. That night I passed up a lot of the partying to sit alone by the fire and talk to my son. We talked about life, death and everything in between. He stayed up late. I didn't mind. When he finally decided to go to bed, I tried to "catch up" with everyone else. But I never did. And I don't care. I was reminded that night that no matter how much fun I'm having and how many great friends I'm surrounded by, my best friend will always be Christian. The end!