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Give toast a chance?  At the Gathering of the Vibes last weekend, in an unusually idyllic Bridgeport CT.

 

Like a Grateful Dead concert circa 1979,  add many hula hoops. It was a rare family outing, which was both very wonderful and slightly weird. I mean, we used to go to lots of music festivals before we were parents, and here we are, years later, finding Sunday's lineup of Little Feat, Martin Sexton, Jimmy Cliff and Damien Marley+Nas as common ground for all four of us, and off we went. Don't get me wrong, we are not so groovy as to have a 16 & 19 yo who hung out with us there. They met friends, we created a small force field of uncoolness right near the stage for most of Sunday,  they'd stop by and visit once in a while. (I brought these socks to work on. Cause every time I look at them I think "the only place these belong are at a Dead concert.)

 

You could sit on the seawall to cool off and admire many Goldsworthy-esque cairns and a dude selling seashells by the seashore. But I think he was mostly giving them away.

There's nothing like live music.We kind of forgot the magic of listening in the sun with thousands of people, all in the moment. Our son is turning the same age we were when we met, the week of our 20th birthdays and here we are 3 freakin' decades later  enjoying  the same things together. (Big anniversary making us maudlin? I think so!). At one point, Jimmy Cliff was playing Cat Stevens,  all were grooving along. It's true. Baby baby it's a wild world.