(Apr 27) It is now undeniably spring. And it becomes time to ponder the reasons why I am still here.
Though I still have not seen it all
I wonder how many times people have walked past this sign.
This will now always look the same, every time.
Beer. The cause of, and worsener of problems.
(September 5) The purpose of the journey to West Sayville was Bradstock, a festival that originated in nearby Blue Point, and has wandered a bit around Long Island before settling in my old hometown of West Sayville.
And lots and lots of people. This is the first year they sold out.
There was beer. And not shit beer. Louis and Viza would have approved.
Pete bought us some peace sign pins from the hippies.
A number of people were flying kites. I understand this is traditional.
The Great South Bay. I used to spend all my time on the north shore though. Go figure.