Slow-grilling over indirect heat keeps this chicken moist and tender. Giving the drumsticks a long rub with seasonings makes them taste great. Always baste at the end of grilling to prevent the legs from burning.

The Ithaca Farmer’s Market is a cooperative with 150 vendors who live within 30 miles of Ithaca, New York. Agricultural vendors grow and offer high quality fruits, vegetables, meats, eggs, poultry and dairy products. Food vendors bring a wide variety of freshly baked goods, jellies, honey, and sauces as well as delicious meals to eat at the market. Many talented artists and craftspeople sell their exceptional, locally made items.

Located in the beautiful Finger Lakes Region of upstate New York, the market pavilion is situated  in a garden-like setting, and is surrounded by trees and flowering plants. On the waterfront where steamboats from Cayuga Lake used to dock, the Ithaca Farmer’s Market has successfully anchored itself and has transformed a wasteland into Steamboat Landing. Built entirely by volunteer labor, the market has developed a former debris site into a beautiful, thriving community gathering place. Visitors can shop for fresh, local produce, or choose a handcrafted gift. They can listen to music while savoring a wide variety of international foods, and sitting at the picnic tables along the waterfront.

The market first opened for business on Saturdays in 1973 as a venue for local growers, craftspeople and food vendors to sell their goods. The rapidly expanding market moved five times before settling in its current location. It opened a midweek market at the edge of Dewitt Park, in downtown Ithaca, and then added a Sunday market at Steamboat Landing. More recently a Thursday afternoon market at Dewitt Park and a Wednesday afternoon market at East Hill Plaza were added.  A dock was built to accommodate local fishermen, people arriving by boat, and those who want a picturesque picnic spot.

The Ithaca farmer’s Market has continued to grow and prosper, often attracting well over 5,000 people a day.  Today over 160 vendors sell at one or all of the five market days. What was originally an innovative way to sell local produce, crafts, and baked goods is now an Ithaca tradition.

Twas in a pub just off the Strand
When I was in my cups,
There passed a bloke with in his hand
Two tiny puling pups;
And one was on me with a bound,
Seeking to lick my face,
And so I bought him for a pound
And took him to my place.

Three acres by the shore I own,
A hut, a pint wood;
And there for fifteen years alone
He shared my solitude.
It was his own, his only world,
And when with hunting spent,
Each night beside my bed he curled,
And slept in sheer content.

My dog is dead. Though lone I be
I’ll never have another;
For with his master-worship he
Was closer than a brother.
My foot is frail and I am old,
Yet how my heart can pity
Pups straining on a short leash-hold
And pent up in the city.

From all thought of self above,
And purged of sex emotion,
I know no form of living love
So deep as dogs devotion.
I have no hope at all of heaven,
I’ve lived in sin and strife;
But thank God! I at least have given
One dog a happy life.

You are my skyline
The boundary line
Between earth and sky
My apparent horizon
You are the outline
Of my life
You are the building
Of my dreams
Against the twilight
You are the opening
You are the frame
You greet me in the morning and
You tuck me in at night
My lovelight

You are my
Skyline

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass
Be careful as you pass, move along, move along

Come inside, the show’s about to start
Guaranteed to blow your head apart
Rest assured you’ll get your money’s worth
Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth
You’ve got to see the show, it’s a dynamo
You’ve got to see the show, it’s rock and roll, oh

EMERSON, LAKE & PALMER LYRICS – “Karn Evil 9”

Off the coast of Africa
Bound for South America
A world away from here
Is a ship that sails the sea
Is a man who’s just like me and
I wish that I was there

I’m a lonely lighthouse
Not a ship out in the night
I’m watching the sea
She’s come halfway round the world to see the light
And to stay away from me
There is a shipwreck lying at my feet
some weary refugee from the rolling deep
Ah, could you lose it all and fall for me

Couldn’t we shine
I’m rolling all the golden moments into one
Like to shine like the sun
For one more summer day
Like to shine like a lighthouse
One more stary night
Flash it on, flashing, fading away

If you feel lost and lonely and don’t know where to go
And you hear this song on the radio
And if you wind up feeling helpless and small
You just like to sing along
Just because I might be standing here
That don’t mean I won’t be wrong this time
No, You can follow me and lose your mind

Couldn’t we shine
I’m Rolling all my golden moments into one
Like to shine like the sun
For one more summer day
Like to shine like a lighthouse
For one more stary night
Flash it on, flashing, fading away

Off the coast of Africa
Bound for South America
A world away from here
Is a ship that sails the sea
Is a man who’s just like me and
I wish that I was there

Like to shine…One More Summer Day
Like to shine…One More Stary Night
Like to shine…
Flash it on, Flashing, Fadeing away

– James Taylor

“Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.”

― Rafael Sabatini, Fortune’s Fool

I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there’s booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame,
But I know, it’s my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, And I know it’s my own damn fault

– Jimmy Buffett

The begining of a great meal of Steak, Blistered Green Beans and sliced tomatoes with olive oil and a slice of Mozzarella cheese

Baby loves me yes, yes she does
Ah, the girl’s outta sight, yeah
Says she loves me yes, yes she does
Gonna show me tonight, yeah
She got the way to move me, Cherry
She got the way to groove me
She got the way to move me, Cherry baby
She got the way to groove me

– Neil Diamond

He’s a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist
A pinball wizard’s
Got such a supple wrist

How do you think he does it?
I don’t know
What makes him so good?

Ain’t got no distractions
Can’t hear no buzzers and bells
Don’t see no lights a flashing
Plays by sense of smell

Always gets a replay
Never seen him fall
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball

I thought I was the Bally Table king
But I just handed my pinball crown to him

-Peter Townshend

Where is the woman who goes with this dress and high heals? Is she wandering around in just her underwear? Well we will never know.

The best Tomato Pie in the USA with Sausage from DeLorenzo’s Tomato Pies in Robbinsville, NJ.

My new favorite place to hang out is the city of Ithaca, it reminds me of a combination of New Hope, Pa/Lambertville, NJ/Princeton, NJ

PENTAX *ist DS (55mm, f/8, 1/350 sec, ISO1600)

(Riff Raff) It’s astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes it’s toll…

(Magenta) Ahh…

(Riff Raff) But listen closely…

(Magenta) Not for very much longer…

(Riff Raff) I’ve got to keep control.
I remember doing the Time Warp.
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me.

(Riff Raff & Magenta) And the void would be calling.

(Guests) Let’s do the Time Warp again.
Let’s do the Time Warp again.