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I’ve traveled many a mile to see Over the Rhine on various occasions. A stranger at the Cornerstone Festival in Illinois described the experience best, I think. It was July 4, and we were waiting for OTR to take the stage. A row in front of me, a young man (whom had apparently never heard OTR) said to his friend, “We’re gonna miss the fireworks.” His friend’s response: “Wait until you hear Karin. THOSE are fireworks.”

The first time I met Mr. Berry was at a community college literary journal release. He read and signed books and was incredibly humble and cordial. The next time I met him was at a sustainable farm conference, and he seemed a bit grumpy. He has a right to be, I guess. But I had to wonder if the two different crowds influenced his mood.

A girl from my high school and my church youth group whom I had a bit of a crush on ended up in G. Gordon Liddy’s Packed and Stacked calendar. Salt in the wound, man.

“How tall are you?” I’m 6’4”.