Rain didn't stop the fun; Bill Murray, you're so cool (but, I already knew that). I am at Luck, Texas. I have been here all day as a volunteer. The rain didn't come until the middle of my shift when the fire marshal ordered everyone to duck and cover to our cars, to barns or to any place we could find. Some artists didn't leave. The show must go on- -literally. After all, they traveled miles to perform. They eventually performed in the barn, in set buildings, and in any warm and dry spot available. And, they had a stubborn audience- -willing to trot through mud-caked gravel to embrace soggy stages. The rains brought more mud-caked shoes, shivers and slip-sliding trails. The die hard fans stayed under shelter where they could find it, many walked to their cars and waited for the return signal. Some volunteers stayed at their posts. I had trouble leaving my post. I had the best spot. I got to move the barrier fences and greet entering artists, and later, I