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Cornerstone 2001: In Closing

I’ll spare you the long arduous trip back home. Suffice to say we made it, and we were really dirty and stinky. And now, on to the credits…

Big love to the Lincoln campsite, who ruled the fest in full effect: Nolan, Heather, Becky, Michelle, David, Dan, Shiloh, and the others. To George and Nate, who only came for a few days and missed Ester Drang (suckers!). To Clint, who wussed out and spent the fest in nice air-conditioned hotel with his Texas homies. To Heather’s parents, for letting us abuse their minivan.

Props to the Fine Print and Vagrant Cafe crews, who camped a few sites away from us. It’s always nice to meet some fellow zines in person, if only to know that I’m not the only one fighting the good fight. And affections to Tricia, for being the trooper she is.

Doughboy goodness to Joe, Todd, Nate, and the rest of the Omaha crew for letting us invade their campsite so often. These guys are true veterans, and it was a blast hanging out with you guys until 2 or 3 in the morning. I swear, I thought only Nolan and I quoted The Simpsons and Pulp Fiction that much.

As always, thanks to the festival, the bands, and all of the people who work behind the scenes.

And all glory to YHWH.

No love those who hawked all of that Christian-ese/WWJD-esque crap. I’ll have to check my Bible, but I’m not too sure that a shirt proclaiming “Liars Go To Hell” or comparing someone who has had premarital sex to a used car is a shining example of God’s love.

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