Apothecary Shed

33 years in a row? The felst, aka Oopstock, aka, Rhinefest is almost past the age of possibly being the messiah. Seems unlikely, but representation these days is very surprising. It was a great iteration…though short for us.

Rhine and April had just returned from their stint in South America and out West (skipping the Stick!) one week ahead of the big party. They are crazy.

Of note. Puppets. And crazy neighbor charisma and talent.

Nick would not like this aspect of puppetry.

Puppets even play the bass.

Rhine and April were in rare form (along with “Other Gary”…I being the nice one these days. We do need some spares in case of emergency though.). It’s like they practiced or something.

I didn’t record the new ones…boo. But Romey already knew all the words.

We were in and out with Spool again using Boston as a base of operations. Raffles for the win this year…a far sight better than the pool full of kids.

Romey made us thrift. LOL. This is her ancient friend of Yore Otto. Otto of course did remember Romey. Because everyone does.

We did jazz at the Mad Monk Fish as has become the tradition.