At night the artifical moon shines over Northshield's camp-- up on the Serengheti where the swallows dip in and out of the grass. You begin to praise the flushies. You have identified your favorite food vendor. The marshals aren't on the hill yet so you contemplate what hunting tips would do to a tractor trailer's tires. You see a piece of garb that could inspire a whole new persona. All we can do is plan for next year.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Pennsic
The most amazing thing is happening outside of Butler PA right now. Sadly, I am not there. It is the middle of Week One. Land grab is over--the tent is up. Now is the calm before the storm. The moment of zen when you wake up and see that you are in another world.
At night the artifical moon shines over Northshield's camp-- up on the Serengheti where the swallows dip in and out of the grass. You begin to praise the flushies. You have identified your favorite food vendor. The marshals aren't on the hill yet so you contemplate what hunting tips would do to a tractor trailer's tires. You see a piece of garb that could inspire a whole new persona. All we can do is plan for next year.
At night the artifical moon shines over Northshield's camp-- up on the Serengheti where the swallows dip in and out of the grass. You begin to praise the flushies. You have identified your favorite food vendor. The marshals aren't on the hill yet so you contemplate what hunting tips would do to a tractor trailer's tires. You see a piece of garb that could inspire a whole new persona. All we can do is plan for next year.
