(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.
(September 5) As a child, I remember first living in Bohemia, NY. From there we moved to Ronkonkoma, and then to West Sayville, where I lived until I was 23.
Much to my surprise, a few blocks from the house I moved to at 16, was this.
A DeLorean dealer. This is what John DeLorean’s tears look like.