What I Had for Lunch Today: Pot Luck

The sun is shining, the Mercedes is humming, the mortgage is paid. It's the weekend of the Ashfield Fall Festival, which means it's also the party of the year up in Goshen at Richard Richardson's, and you're invited. For the price of a carved jack o'lantern and a plate of cheese eyeballs, you get all the food you can eat, and all the homemade jalapeno mead you can drink. You've just won the grand prize in the Ashfield Film Fest, and the Baby Cecil statuette you didn't get to take home is on display for all to see. Your movie is playing on an endless loop in front of the house where Cecil B. DeMille was born. The Congregational Church rummage sale has fresh goodies, like those hand-carved birds you bought for 2 cents apiece last year. The Morris dancers are out in full force, around a hundred of them, sticks banging and ladles waving. It doesn't get any better than this!