'Shedders, ASSEMBLE!

Another year, another successful Watershed. As much as I plan and calculate, I have yet to get the details formulated correctly to what actually transpires. A part of me understands, and yet still struggles with that it's a very fluid situation so the details will not be known ahead of time.

"Go with the flow [of Watershed]", per se.

So I save myself the aggravation, and deploy my two rules of life, and leave it at that. The line up was awesome as it has been for the past two years. Spotify user, Michael C. Alexander, created a Watershed 2015 playlist.

Only two people of the original crew has been all three years: Charrina Bayne, and Michelle Green. It's fun to have a revolving crew, yet have some keystones. The newest member to our Watershed crew? Cher Jones Rasmussen, my girlfriend.

She had her reservations about this Watershed business, but as always, she approached with an open mind, and kind heart, and sure enough she had the time of her life. She even earned herself a nickname, which originated from a great story and tons of laughs.

And that's how nicknames SHOULD BE given! (Yes, I'll let her share it if she wants too)

It was a proper introduction to Watershed, as I envisioned. As I had planned. What I didn't plan on was encountering so many other 'Shedders that I knew, and introduced to new friends!

And really, that's what happens when you "go with the flow [of Watershed]" as you are richly showered with experience and memories to last you a lifetime especially when they live inside the very songs you heard while making them.

This has been my C Note.
'los; out

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