Pain management? Don’t make me laugh.
Again I winced, as Kane read a few passages in which humor mixed with sadness. Then I steered home (crying a little) and passed Bubba’s ( www.putalittlesouthinyourmouth.com ) on White Lake, averting my eyes from the many flags waving at me suggesting I drop in for their “world-famous baby-back ribs.”
Avoiding the inevitable pain medication became impossible, so I took the bitter pill and passed out, wanting to be well rested for a day trip to Honesdale, PA for the annual Roots & Rhythm Music Festival ( www.honesdalerootsandrhythm.com ).
Hundreds of people turned out for the event, which took over the town with vendors, kids’ activities and, on every corner surrounding Central Park’s Main Stage, music, music, music. The festival included performances by a slew of talent, including singer/songwriter Carrie Rodriguez, Seth Walker and Ryan Hartt & the Bluehearts, all of whom paved the way for the headliner, R&B legend Dave Alvin. Alvin sums up his view of the music world with these words: “To put it simply, there are two types of folk music. There’s quiet and there’s loud. I like to play both.”
It became apparent that I had “stayed too long at the fair” as I made my second sweep of the many food booths, pausing to reflect on the irony of being drawn to the short ribs calling my name (again, literally) by Sloatsburg’s “Hog Heaven” Bar-B-Que on wheels. I hobbled away as quickly as my broken body would allow and paused outside of Hones-
dale’s newest, almost-ready-to-open eatery, The Cottage Cafe, momentarily enjoying the cool air and even cooler tunes being performed by the Erin McClelland Band (www.facebook.com/pages/Erin-McClelland).
Ripping off the ace bandage gave me instant relief, followed by the realization that another pill was waiting for me at home, so I switched gears yet again and set off for home, carefully avoiding the “rib-tickling” good time promised by both of the clowns that I shuffled past in the “Tunes and Tales” tent at the festival. Synchronicity being what it is, I arrived at home just in time to catch Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn staring back at me after surfing the channels for only a minute or two. Giving in, I drifted off to sleep while watching the 1949 classic (Scout’s honor) “Adam’s Rib.” Honestly, you can’t make this stuff up.