But wait, we have some nice parting gifts back stage...

Tick de la tock-tock.

Candidacy numero uno has expired. Today, or tomorrow. Zap, gone, 18 months on the register.

Are there really no consolation prizes? 

Pots and pans? 

A Lazy Boy chair? 

A stylish hat? 

A year of ice cream? 

A ham? 

Matches? 

A smile?

Tamale, keeper of the register…anything? … speak to me… email, call me… 

I know, I must 

Chill out.

Candidacy Numero dos is still on the register and Numero tres is in the works. 

Shit. 

PNQs

Submitted.

Hm, he's never done that before.

Except for twice.

Now the wait.

Woodstock

We spent some time in Woodstock at my cousin's (second) house.

We played in the stream. Along with a mix of humanity in Woodstock. It's the local watering hole. Pictured here without kids all over it.

Woodstock is two hours north of New York City. It's beautiful, but an odd mix of hippies, wanna-be's and rich city folks looking for country houses and free-range eggs and organic produce.

We had fun visiting with my family. Even meeting some new people!