The trip started with visiting Mark’s brother, and these two n’er-do-wells.
Blair and Melanie, a whole lotta fun! They look serious here, but they are not.
We moved on to Kutztown, PA, to the radio swap meet put on by the Delaware Valley Historic Radio Club.
One of the amazing things you can see at this meet is Buford Chidester’s work reproducing designs on cone speakers. He is an amazing artist with a steady hand!
I made a new friend this year.
As usual the swap meet ends with fire.
Lanterns were set free.
Fire works were set off.
A few radio cabinets gave their lives.
This meet is a lot of fun, a lot of friends, and a lot of radios.
I recently finished this piece, it’s now at Red Twig Gallery in Plymouth. I’m quite happy with it.
There are buckets of stuff.
There are boxes of stuff.
They all needed to be taken out of the old Landlord-mobile
and put in the new Landlord-mobile.
I will miss the tiny flames on the door of our old green caravan. Goodbye old girl, you served us well.
Here I stand by the fire pit that was a roaring fire last night.
and this, we had a great party. I didn’t take many pictures, I was too busy having fun.
The band played,
and people partied. In fact, it got so wild the cops had to come break things up. Ya like that, the cops had to come! OK, maybe not the melee that implies, but the cops did come. The band was still playing, loudly, at 11:30, which is quite late for a sleepy town like Plymouth, and two of Plymouth’s finest sauntered up the alley to let the band know it was time to stop.
Everyone had fun, especially all the party crashers that showed up. I live in a great neighborhood. I woke up this morning to find most the stuff cleaned up, I suspect Tony. Thanks, Tony!
There was a car show, and a spaghetti dinner, and a chicken dinner, but if you’re looking for color, look for the rides and the games.
These feet are anticipating a wild ride.
Don’t trust the barker.
What you see is not what you get.
Who wouldn’t want a squid on their head?
Birds with guns.
Feet in the alley
Folks in the alley
This is Leslyn. We came with Ron and Leslyn. You ever going some place fun, take Ron and Leslyn, they know how to hang.
We ran into Elaine, looking very formal.
We saw one angry band (perhaps because they were forced to wear women’s clothing),
and one happy band (who seemed to like wearing women’s clothing, maybe ‘cuz they’re women.).
There were signs
and cool sandals.