Drove the 55 miles to their self touted "longest running open mic/jam night" on Sunday. It's the s.o.s. Save for a few talented youngbloods who have to sit through hours of silly hippies, Mustang Sally, and girls who think it's karaoke night to get their turn to play some original music. Like most of these rigid, policed, "jams", stand-out newcomers are unwelcomed and soon run off by the old guard.
 Can't speak for the other nights, but on this night it was real small town.