About Karen K, she had some unexpected surgery and couldn't make it at the last minute. I hope she's recovering well and missed her friendly smile at the Folk Legacy booth, not to mention the songs I was planning to weasel out of her.

Jeri, that's right, I forgot I saw you for 3 seconds near our campsite. Also saw NOMADman briefly.

And hey, what about those potato pancakes!! The cook told me that she's a registered dietitian in her other life, and discussed the various benefits of safflower oil (which they use) versus other oils in chemical detail while she coddled those potatoes to a perfect crisp. And then there was the iced mocachino which Frank never got his fair half of. And the fresh limeade. The line at the Fallafel booth was always too long for me, so I assume that food was great. And I was planning to have a quesadilla eventually, but never could find the damned booth again after the first sighting! (How is that possible...)

There seemed to be fewer guys in skirts this year, although there were a couple of very cool canvas type kilts walking around on handsome young devils my son's age.