Rosendale Ramblings By Sari Botton

We went to see Springsteen last night in Saratoga. He was doing his Seeger Sessions stuff – labor movement and anti-war songs with a 17-piece rag time band. It was really great.

But his die-hard fans were annoying – they seemed to think they were at a frat party or Madison Square Garden, not a beautiful outdoor venue in the Adirondacks. Many of them hooted, “Brooooooce!” between and during songs. A couple of people in our aisle just kept getting in and out, making everyone have to scrunch their knees so they could walk by.

This car in the parking lot reminded me of going to Giants games with Rockets and seeing people with team tatoos up and down their arms.

Went to Long Beach Friday into Saturday to visit my sister and her two boys, Noah and Julian. They are so cute it hurts!

We’ve been watching WAY too many Sopranos episodes. After Sunday night’s season finale, Brian and I decided to catch up on parts of the series we hadn’t seen before. We’re watching two to three episodes a night. And as a result, I am having strange dreams. Last night, I dreamt that we accidentally killed some strangers who came to stay with us and we had to hide the evidence. Carmella was there, and Tony and Christopher and Adriana…and Auntie Em.

Our friend Gerald says there’s one episode where someone talks about “Vinny and Tony and the Macaluso twins.” Can’t wait to get to that episode. Well, here are the original Macaluso twins, at their goofy best. But fear not. At worst, they might pun you to death.

Another day, another groundhog. We’re up to three, in five days. It’s like a second career; I’m considering putting this on my resume. We freed this one in the nicest area yet, by the Vernooy Kill in Wawarsing – he be movin’ on up.

Brian pointed out a nice aspect to our groundhog infestation: setting them free from the have-a-heart traps is forcing us to take drives to new and beautiful places. Tonight, after dropping our little friend off, we wound up at a great restaurant in Ellenville called Aroma Thyme. They had gluten-free pizza – who knew you could find such a thing around here? Thank you, groundhogs.