If you were lucky enough to be grabbed off the street and handed an ice-cold homemade beer by Hyper, you know what I am talking about. These kids gave of themselves at every possible chance and made everyone around them feel comfortable and accepted--and their enthusiasm was infectious.
Lord, I have but one request for next year's Burn. . .
. . . please let me wind up camped near Hyper and MoJo again!!!
