Mountain (without the) Jam

Last year's memories of Mountain Jam are a bit tainted. I'd had a really rough morning, thanks to my middle son, and my early afternoon proved that the day could, in fact, become even worse. As always, my friends pulled me through that day and were once again on hand this year to replace any … Continue reading Mountain (without the) Jam

Two Step while trying not to step in anything disgusting

For the second year in a row my middle son and I went to both nights of the Dave Matthews Band's pretty much annual stop at SPAC.  As always, Carter smiled continuously as he banged the drums and Dave praised the crowd and venue.  We had a good time and I got some great crowd … Continue reading Two Step while trying not to step in anything disgusting

Come on in my Cucina

See that post title above?  I have a confession about it... I seriously almost used  a more, shall we say, colorful homophonic version of the word "come,"  but chose not to because I was afraid it might be interpreted as vulgar.  I may be salty at times with my language choices, but crass is something … Continue reading Come on in my Cucina