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Sarasota And The Pumpkin Festival

Lindsay is reuniting with old flame Chris and she and the kids are leaving North Port after the first of the year and heading to Canada.  He did live in the town of Oshawa near Toronto, but I will have to double check and see if they will remain in that area.

We spent a few hours with them at the Sarasota Pumpkin Festival.  As festivals go, I've been to better.  But then, this was not without some amusements, as you will see.  Any place that has chickens, Amish ice cream and a horny horse can't be too bad.  And then, of course , there were the grandkidlings: Alhanna, Michael and the very pumpkinny Norah.


The kids are wearing glasses now and I'm not sure if it is a fad or whether they really do need specs.  I'm told that they had vision problems, but how bad van they be when you are 10 and 7?


Hey, Michael, I like you cool looking off-center hat but I can't get used to the glasses.



Kenzie, Norah and Alhanna exchanging girl stuff.


I don't like posed pics, but this one was good.  


It's the more natural, unposed stuff that truly reveals ourselves.


Michael checking out one of the vendor booths.  


A horse at the petting zoo.  Apparently this guy likes heavy petting.  Or maybe he was just happy to see me.


The requisite corn pone pic with the kids.  


Another posed but good picture.  Hopefully we'll see these guys often before they head up North again.  



 And this video shows all the things I hate about festivals: Mooching kids, people trying to sing, vendors selling worthless shit and clowns. Goddamn clowns.

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