Jay looked out the hotel window, watching the tractor pulling the hay bales wind through the narrow streets. Somebody would be eating well this winter, or so he assumed. What he knew about farming could fill the proverbial book.
Chris would know. Chris was the farm boy of the bunch. Or Kerry. But Chris was off doing third or fourth sound checks and Kerry was asleep. It really didn’t matter. He was just bored.
“Saw a shitload of hay,” he told Chris later.
Chris burst out laughing. “You really need something to do don’t you?”
Jay shrugged. “That would be good.”