Fall Festival

Today we went to the annual Fall Festival at St John's Church in Jacksonville, MD. Church folk call it Phoenix, MD, but since it's right around the corner from the Jacksonville Volunteer Fire Company, I'd stick with that. But as we approach mid-October, the leaves are beginning to change. My favorite time of the year is at hand. Add cider and stir.



Our friend Deana is a police officer and a long-time friend whom we love a lot. She and I have two things that send us both into paroxysms of laughter - the gulp-for-breath-as-if-you're-drowning kind of laughter that makes her spouse and mine both look at us, eyebrows knit, and curious looks of "whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?" Any time the word "beatnik" is used, forget it. We're gone. This official Beatnick (sp) Cigarette holder was for sale at an antique stand, but I thought a picture of it would be as good to have as the real thing. And that song "Black Betty" -



'whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam)
Black betty had a child (bam-A-lam)
The damn thing gone wild (bam-A-lam)'



Deana used to call my cell while on patrol if she heard the song come over the oldies station and just hold her phone up to the car radio while the police radio was sending her from one shooting to another armed robbery. The song just puts us into hysterics! And then the day after the Ravens played the Cowboys at M & T and some drunk from Dallas staggered up to her patrol car and asked where he could find a train back home to Texas...



Good times.