Steve, the one playing guitar and singing, was in charge of this camping trip. He did a good job, and even cleaned-up the wind-blown mess resulting from others not putting their leftover food in the trash after the potluck. Steve knows a wide variety of songs, even if it takes him a few tries to find the right key. I don't know the name of the woman next to him. If fact, I remember very few names of the people I met, I'm sad to admit, even those that remembered my name. Well, that's the way it goes where there are so many people and so much beer to consume.
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