Twenty-twenty-one was a year full of highs and lows, a year full of COVID. It was a rainy, windy October night in Tampa on approach to FEST 19. There was a parting of the clouds and a chance to put wheels down and eventually get to Gainesville. Fest 19 began on a red-eye flight from Thursday into Friday, Denver flying into Tampa, landing over a dark city dotted with tiny lights. It was like any ot...
