Something fishy going on around here
Since I know more about schmoozing than fishing, I took a nap with the pooch in order to be refreshed for another celebration—the annual Two-Headed Trout Dinner held the same night in Roscoe. The banquet (www.rocklandhouse.com) is a long-standing tradition, but was a first for me and Dharma, so we were both thrilled to attend. As I sampled hors d’oeuvres, the pooch passed out pawtographs (her very own picture postcards) while we both perused the fabulous silent auction items and participated in the 50/50 raffle slated for drawing later in the evening. Scads of local businesses had offered up prizes for diners to vie for, as we dropped more raffle tickets in the assigned baskets. Although the pooch had paws crossed for a win, we wound up empty-handed but satisfied nonetheless, knowing that the donations were all for a good cause. The dinner itself was out-of-this-world delicious and master of ceremonies Phil Eggleton once again presided with style and humor, proving his ability to entertain, corny jokes and all. Roscoe Chamber President Marge Zanger introduced special guest Broshear, who said a few words before the six-course meal and then sang a few songs as dessert was served. Dharma didn’t have to beg, since a doggy bag was provided—and tail wagging, the pup allowed me to drive home, knowing there was a tasty treat on board.
Although there was nothing fishy about the museum opening (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) on my calendar, I couldn’t help but think of Ringo Starr and his “Octopus’s Garden” as I strolled the new exhibit “America Meets the Beatles!” at Bethel Woods, featuring Life Magazine photographer Bill Eppridge’s stunning pics of the Fab Four and a pop culture display of epic proportions. Museum curator Wade Lawrence spent a few minutes with me, explaining that grad student Samantha Clink spearheaded the display of Beatles memorabilia as her college thesis. There are (IMHO) far too many cool aspects of this exhibit to describe, so my advice is to check it out first hand. Instead, I’ll just hint that visitors can take a seat in grandma’s living room, circa 1964, to take a peek at the Ed Sullivan show or leap into the future and snap a selfie with the lads from Liverpool while tweeting about your experience first-hand. Feeling nostalgic, I think I’ll put “Yellow Submarine” on the old Hi-Fi and immerse myself in a flood of memories before plotting my next move.