August 1, 2010

A not-so-quiet Sunday in August at Seneca Lake

VALOIS, New York, USA - All of the outdoor-related fun of the lake - and the hours spent at the  Hector Fireman's Fair - caught up with Admiral Fox and I today.

Instead of catapulting out this morning on some new adventure, we went to the local Dandy Mart and bought a New York Times. We settled in for a couple of hours, reading some generally depressing news - a fitting introduction to our upcoming reentry into the classroom this fall to teach newswriting and other journalistic pursuits.

I'm going to stop thinking about that right now.

By 1 p.m., we decided to head to Watkins Glen and Village Marina for lunch, in good part because cousin Brett Beardslee was scheduled to be playing outside on the patio. And by 1 p.m., I was ready to have a cold beer. Really ready.

Brett with van in background
Cousin Brett with his signature VW van in the background

The entire town was buzzing because of the three-day Italian Festival (which concludes tonight), though the Village Marina was just starting to come alive as our lunch arrived.

Unfortunately, as my Magic Hat beer and french fries made it to the table, so did a rolling rainstorm that drove all the fans - and Brett - diving for cover. It turned out to be the first in a series of nasty thunderstorms that have been hitting up and down the lake for the afternoon.

Electric guitars and rainstorms mix very poorly.

August 1, 2010 weather map
The red areas usually have lightning - and lots of rain

Brett's latest CD (Uncle Bumpy's Big Banana Blowout) is selling pretty well through ITunes and other places- though most of the songs carry a label that says "explicit."

Some of the songs probably deserve the label, some don't. But they are all pretty hysterical. I hope to have a few memorized with chords for the ukulele by the time I get back to Mexico for open mic night at Palapa Joes.

Brett's CD cover
Uncle Bumpy's CD cover

Here's a short video of Brett performing - just before the rain whooshed in and sent us all scrambling.

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