Maypole

Our 16th annual exercise in general mayhem was especially memorable with the return of maypole pioneers, Deb Pasternak and Naked Bob, who made the trip from Boston.
With every passing year, more kids are infiltrating this sacred ritual. Odd how that happens.
The party also fell on my 40th birthday, which wasn't nearly as traumatic as the day I turned 30. On that day Sarah beat me for the first time (in tennis). Then, in an attempt to distract myself I tried giving our dog Reggie a bath. As I lowered her into the tub I felt (and heard) a sinewy pop in my lower back. It was the first of many warranties that have gone out over the last 10 years.
This year the weather was perfect. A steady stream of familiar faces poured in and for a few hours we reconnected, filling in the gaps that grow wider with time.
Many thanks to all who help us keep this tradition alive, most notably Jeff Cleveland - without whom we'd simply spiral off into the void.
Check out the pics here.

