Back on Hippy Hill...

      


      

       The house is coming along beautifully, giant front porch and all.

      

       India and the zen of shingling.  The snagglier the teeth, the prettier the smile.

      


      


      


      

       In-sex.

      


      

       Scale model of Lucifer's car.

      

       Here's a little country Martha Stuart trick.  Mint leaves in the ice cubes!  This is especially helpful when...

      

       ...the well is running a little muddy.

      

       Riviera Paradise, Storm's End, Adirondack Blue...

      

       ...or Moth Wing?

      

       A fire powered hot tub!

      


      


      

       We went up to Cooperstown, the birthplace of Baseball.  This is a monument to the barefoot sand lot kid, a symbol of the youthful, gritty spirit of the game.

      

       Sponge Bob Symbol of the Wimpy, Annoying Spirit of the Youth Pants.

      


      


      


      


      

       But we weren't there to see a baseball game...

      

       Bob Dylan!!!

       (I was disappointed, but I'm not gonna get into it)


      

       On the way home we stopped at a gas station/deli/toy store/head-shop/gun store.  I didn't see them but I'm sure they had flesh colored Christs that glow in the dark in there somewhere...

      


      

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