Vagabender

Here we are on the steps of the Town Motel/Moseley Cottage Inn in Bar Harbor, Maine with Chris Cromwell, an old ETW friend. His special lady owns the joint, and he helps run the show every season. Stop in; nice digs.

Amelia's a good friend of Gillian, who's a good friend of Mark's. He's housesitting for some ex-Texans and opened up the pad and the party to us travelers.

Tia's a biking sociologies buddy of Luke's who showed us the town and put us up for a night. Awesome!

Frank Robbins in this seasion's whackiest Broadway musical: the carpenterator!

Los Vagabenderosos and the Real Seal at the Cellar Bar on 14th Street.

The morning (ok, afternoon) after our biggest night out, we cut electrical conduit. It makes a noise like your future mother in law.

Mark won. Left arm, to boot.

Here we are at the Barcade. I just like how big my hand looks.

Here's Bill! May we all look this good at 60.

Poor Patti broke her leg, and then had to pretend she was a horse to get this magnetic device that aids bone-knitting. Hopefully her luck is turning around.