What a difference a week makes. In less time than it took for God to create the universe, the Jazz Fest went from bust to boom. The rains came but didn't dissuade the loyal legions who clogged the gates during the first weekend's blistering rainstorms. The following weekend left no doubt that this venue is primarily used for horses. A sweet-hay dung aroma wafted about the grounds but didn't seem to interfere with either the music or the fun. In our yearly sw...