I'm in the TN Craft Fair this weekend, in Nashville at Centennial Park. They expect 45,000 people. I feel like the dog that caught the car and doesn't now know what to do with it. This is my first big show. My mind is asking me big show questions in the theme of “Furman, did you write a check with your mouth that your ass can't cash?” I'm tortured. What if: I don't sell anything, I sell everything, it rains, the credit card thing fails, I wear the wrong outfit, I meet a country music star and blurt out a goofy stream of thought ramble. Best not talk to famous people about growing ferns, building space ships, and making olive Rosemary bread – I have a tasty bread machine recipe. I do. I worry about the art show – fret and fuss. Will I bring enough snacks? Come and see me at tent A-74. I may need your help when the tent falls down.