That’s what I’m talking about
The Sunday of Tin’s first Jazz Fest was magically splendid. The day started off gorgeous and continued to be stunningly perfect all day long. We started by going over to a friend’s for a Jazz Fest brunch and Tin just wanted to go in that pool so bad, even though the water was ice cold, so in we went: Then we made our way into the Fairgrounds and over to a friend’s camp near the…