Goign down.

March 22, 2014, Hugo, Oklahoma (fairgrounds, 485 miles.)

I left Columbia a little after seven this morning. It was dark and cold. I had to stop at Lake of the Ozark to check the pressure on the tires after the light went off on the dashboard, scaring me, and kept stopping periodically throughout the trip to recheck them as the light came coming back on. We made it to Hugo at the end of the first show, at five o'clock, and there was Marcos' truck, and there was Tavana at the office door, and there was Rebecca as we made our way to the back, and the whirlwind of familiar faces in the mud and rain and the descending night.