As an enthusiast/journalist trying to cover the big show, imagine my consternation when my iPhone battery decided to give up the ghost-trons right on day-one. It would just quit outright without warning or last a mere hour or so after a full charge.
Panic set in as I sat in the motorhome in camp Scholler with the dead phone, sulking in the realization that within my universe of 10 foot radius of mud and grass were 8 different batteries of various types–the most precious of which was laughing at me from anode-cathode hell.
Luckily, I made a very important discovery that for me, saved the show if not my sanity.
Just one block north of the airport, across from the Target, resides a Batteries+Bulbs store.
Here, a replacement for every battery I could possibly need was within walking distance. Not only did the store have my exact replacement in stock, but they had it installed and moved my re-connected hiney happily out the door in 30 minutes with fresh power and a strong urge to spread the word. Thank heavens for tender mercies (and green bars).