Fair manager Gary punks out. He borrowed Victor's Punk costume accessories to show his grandson (who recently had his hair dyed blue) that grandpa is hip too.
Darrell in my Elvis wig leading the Senior Choir.
Frankie the Real New Yorker Piano player for the Choir portion.(Don't have picture of Eddie the owner of these keyboards and the main piano guy for the day.
The choir; the woman on the far right is 99!
Today was seniors day...seniors get in free and get special entertainment (we were part of the line up). There was a singing group from a senior living center who did a fine job with old favorites and patriotic tunes. Then came our show followed by a Seniors Idol where seniors from 60-something to 99 performed. The 99 year old sang in both English and Italian. She won. That was followed by name that tune and then us again. A man named Darrel McGill was the MC...a real hoot. the folks loved him. I gave him my Elvis hair to where (normally he is bald), he had lots of fun with that. His regular piano guy for the two game show parts was a man named Eddie RRock (No misspell). He is a transplanted Californian who plays studio for a lot of famous people. Really nice guy. The man of the moment, though, was Frankie; he looked like a young Howie Mandel, he had a heavy New York accent, and he showed up 5 minutes before the gig. He was very nice to us and was skillful on the keyboard.
We have been having a ton of fun enjoying the accents of each region we visit. Even Olivia can mimic them. We aren't trying to be rude. It's just fun to learn and listen to the cool accents of our great USA.
No sound people were arranged for the Senior Day activities so we provided our sound system for them as much as we could. Worked out well.
The little ones made friends with some vendor's kids and they played in the dust and dirt in front of the stage up until we left (during non show times)...they came back to the hotel filthy. Even when they did that they drew compliments from on-lookers. These kids are blessed, I tell you!~
James miscalculated his time for his street show and ended up doing it 20 minutes early. That obligated him to do it over again (back to back) for the people who were going by the schedule. Then he had to come back to the main stage and do our show. His arms were rubber and he ended up loosing control of a bean bag. It hit the fire-eating box and sent all the full and apparatus to the ground (4' drop) loosing all the full in the box (we have back up). He recovered and finished the routine as if nothing happened.
Everyone here asks if we are performing at the Duthchess County Fair next. It is a county or two over and is much bigger. Apparently a ton of people think we would do well there. One guy knows the manager and will talk to him for 09.
CT Amusement park man who saw our show yesterday sent me an email saying he will be giving the park owners a favorable report on us.
The locals here are great and one tells me that 50 years ago this town was like Mayberry. But since the college campus grew and New York city-dwellers come in as tourists it has changed A LOT! It's a very beautiful area and as I said, the locals are great. New York City people not so polite...please and thank you have vanished from their lexicon and holding a door for people behind you doesn't even enter their mind. Still their accents match the attitude. One person here told me the City-folks have "tude" (attitude).
Prices are insane. Take anything and add anywhere from .50 to 4.00 and you have food, toilet paper, diapers, etc. Gas is still over $4.14.
Oh, yeah. The bathrooms at the fair have attendants. And they expect to be tipped. First I've ever seen anywhere. It's wild. Cynthia says that after each use the attendant goes in and sprays and wipes things down. I can't bring myself to tip a fair-toilet attendant. Like I can't tip a server at a restaurant where you get your own food and bus your own table (seen that many times). I am not cheap, I tip 20-50% for good service, but I need to really be served.
James and I have lost some lbs. The heat and the lack of wanting to eat a lot and then the shrinking of the stomach from not eating much often has shrunk our bellies.
Tonight is laundry night.
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