Well, I’m off to Michigan Sunday to visit old friends, go camping in the woods (although a pop-up cabin with good beds, meals served promptly and a generator for lights and fans can’t really be called roughing it), and listen to the latest in women’s music, dance and theater, at the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. It’s their 35th anniversary, and I’m going to make sure all 3,500 or so  of the attendees hear about Winter’s Bone, and know where they can get the soundtrack. See you in a week, and no, I won’t come back with a tattoo. It’s not that kind of place.