Kids and their technology!

I have since learned that American Folk Festival Director Heather McCarthy and her friend Cool Bald Dude while seemingly contantly on the cell phone and managing the entire operation from The Golf Cart of Unlimited Power® ACTUALLY just drive around and listen to the American Folk Festival an a little Sony transistor radio.

I also know where they hide when everyone is looking for them.

THAT shall be my trump card for next year's Press Credentials.

Traaaaaaaaain!

If your American Folk Festival doesn't have a freight train ripping it in half a couple of times per day, then it doesn't have ANYTHING.

As I was standing there chatting with my favorite Railroad Police Office Tim Falvey, he mentioned that he had seen his photos on the site and didn't hate them. I took that opportunity to eagerly ask if that would help me when he pulled me off a train in Mattawamkeag someday.

I don't think it will.

A Show of Support

I ONLY took this because I HATE genocide in Sudan and wanted to help publicise this young gentleman's plea.

Hey Sudan! WTF? Knock it off.

The Tibetan Monks from the Drepung Loseling Monastery

Tibetan Monks using their traditional digital cameras

Tibetan Monks wearing their traditional Artist Credentials.

Tibetan Monks eating their traditional offerings of Kettle Corn

The hot chicks at The American Folk Festival love the Tibetan Monks.

We Had a Deal.

I could take their photo at The American Folk Festival as long as I promised to stop dumping my used motor oil in the sewer system.

DAMN IT ALL!

I'm always selling my soul to the devil in the heat of the moment!

The Two Rivers Stage at the American Folk Festival.

Even at the movies, no matter where I choose to sit, it always happens that a tree will grow right in front of me.

Enjoy Music in Your Own Way®

Enjoy Music in Your Own Way®

Stretch out under a tree.

THOSE EYES!

Those.Perfect.Eyes.

Where have I seen those before?

OH! I KNOW!

Enjoy Music In Your Own Way®

Enjoy Music in Your Own Way®