An hour before catching the light rail to the jam, Caleb and I were eating breakfast outside at the Seward Cafe. Fingers freezing, Caleb sought out some hand coverings and overcame with the power of free-box socks.
His mission is to get close to you and have you sign something. Whether it is his jacket, stick, or piece of cardboard, he wants you to sign it. I don't know who he is or what his goals are with the signed goods, but at least he's doing something cool. We ran into him before getting to the jam, so I properly rewarded this noble swain with some real street credibility.
These guys definitively without question, clear as crystal, enjoying a good time.
So there you have it, that was everything that happened at this most recent Dilly Jam. See you next year!