Well, it's been a long time coming, but Jason is finally going: loading up the rental truck (mostly full of his umpteen million records), hitching the Lincoln Towncar to the back, and driving kitty-corner cross-country to the Pacific Northwest later this week. We had a household hootenanny last night to send him off: loud songs and quiet songs, hollerers and slow country weepers. (Which songs did we play? All of them.) A good end to a good era. Adios, amigo.