Quick trip home to participate in Oswego Porchfest 7, where I performed Oswego Suite and a few other poems in the living room of the august Culkin home, whose stately porch had to be abandoned – on account of rain!
I had requested a 5pm slot so that I would have time to prowl my old stamping grounds and enjoy the performances in front of houses that used to be targets for the porch-seeking missles we paperboys rolled the Syracuse Post-Standard into during the Kennedy administration! The rain that began falling around 4 may have shrunk the audience, but not the enjoyment. I had a blast and my auditors were as generous as any scribbler ever assembled! (click 1st image to enlarge/slideshow)
On the drive home to the Berkshires, during a daylong downpour, I began to compose a poem for Oswego Porchfest 8 – see ya there!
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