This week, my already scarce posting will be almost nonexistent.
I’m at what we called The Farm – a large piece of land that the folks who started Miami Ad School (Ron and Pippa) have in Northern Georgia. Simply put, the Farm is just the woods. Every so often R&P invite students to spend some time in order to trade in the pastels of South Beach for frogs and toads croaking through the night.
Southern accents replace Cuban ones.
Trees stand in your way instead of amateur racing circuit we know as Miami drivers.
Today, we go to a bluegrass festival.
Should be spectacular.