YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION                                               Travelin'  With The Red Neck Road Dogs                                                                  Brenda Kippa Suppose for a moment that you are lost in thought, dreaming up the ultimate party that you could host. All of your favorite people would be there, right?  Great food, good music.... everything that you really love and want to share. If your dream party was an outdoor event, perfect weather would be a must. Okay, check that..... no problem there.... this is a dream, after all. It would cost a fortune and it would require the help of lots of people to take care of all the details.  Again, no problem.... it's a dream; all things are possible in dreams.. Ah, yes.... you could really dream up a great party.... and then you put it aside. We can't live in our dreams, can we? We have a friend who dreamed up a party. It was a great idea; much like the party I might dream up for myself. In his dream, all of his favorite people would be there, and they would all bring their children and their favorite famiy members. People who liked to play guitar or some other instrument would bring it along, and all would-be singers could show  off their best moves with karaoke. There would be games of all kinds, for every age group, and a jump house for the littler ones. Food would be brought by everyone, for a giant communal buffet, and several large grills would be in constant service, turning out all manner of delicious fare. Maybe even a pit or two for a whole hog or two..... he spared nothing in his dream. And to top it all off, he would bring in his favorite band, so that everyone could enjoy their music in the same way that he and his family enjoyed it. Ah.... yes, it would be wonderful... what a great dream! Now, this is where our friend sets himself apart from other dreamers. First of all, his dream wouldn't go away; it was more of a vision after a while, rather than a dream. He could see it all so clearly. And when he made his decision to follow his dream, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. Why was this the case?  It's all quite simple, really. All of his inspiration was witten in the songs of the aforementioned favorite band.  And who was this band? It was the great Uncle Lucius, of course. Even though my husband and fellow road dog – Dennis by name; you all know him better than you know me - and I have written about Uncle Lucius since the very beginning of this column. There was much that we didn't know about the band and it's members. Because the event was attended by the parents and other family members of Kevin Galloway, the band's lead vocalist, I was able to come away some new insights. Returning to the story about our friend's vision (for those who want to follow their own vision), the first thing he did was set up a facebook page that could only be accessed by those he had assembled to help him. We were priviledged to be among the 11 people he chose. Charged with thinking of and carrying out everything that might be necessary, we all used facebook and a few in-person meetings to get a grasp of the task at hand. For our part, Dennis was the one who stayed plugged in to the facebook page and the discussions that were going on. On the larger picture, our host paid the band's fee, which was an awesome gift to his friends who were invited. He also secured the site for the event, which was a lovely 15-acre, beautifully manicured homesite belonging to a longtime friend (can you imagine lending your property for such an event? This was a testament to a great friendship and a huge faith).Yours truly was happy to be able to come up with what turned out to be a rather lengthy invitation. Dennis also acquired the two-way radios that would be needed for security, and together we took care of a long list of disposable products and the purchase of a guitar that would be autographed and used for a raffle. Others who were younger, stronger and somewhat more financially capable, paid for hotel rooms for the band and other guests, t-shirts to commemorate the event, rental of tents, chairs, tables, porta-potties, a bounce house, etc. Those who had carpentry skills built a large stage, and the electricians (of which our dreamer and host was one) erected extra lighting and all things electrical, including strand after strand of festive clear lights to provide the soft lighting and happy transition once darkness fell. Still others donated beautiful works of art and other items for the raffle. And there you have it, a short version of how to turn a vision into reality. Stay tuned: next week, we'll tell you what happened.