Step Two

OK, Blackberry Wine update:
The yeast has been added. In 24 to 48 hours we should see evidence of fermentation in the form of froth on the must. Sounds exotic. Or else someone has a lisp.

After a fun day on the computer reading breaking news, editing and printing some brochures for the Dem booth at the Huckleberry Festival, and helping set up the booth, we're chilling tonight. Perhaps we'll hit the Huckleberry Festival tomorrow. Seriously, it's a small town, OK? Smaller than Wasilla, if you must know, though if we combine Bingen and White Salmon, we'd about equal Wasilla. Only we don't have a big hockey rink. Or a famous ex-mayor. And 'splain to me how we go about getting us some earmarks?

Huckleberries? They're kind of like blueberries. We picked some last week up near Mt. Adams. Took a LONG time to get any volume, if you know what I mean. Not like blackberries. So I guess that's why they are such a big deal around here. There are signs on the road back from the picking areas that scream out We Buy Huckleberries. So if all else fails, we'll take the buckets and go get lost in the Pinchot National Forest and pick till we drop.

Anyway, the Huckleberry Festival has not only Huckleberry goodies, like pie and ice cream and smoothies and jam, but they have local music and awesome brats with kraut, and the most excellent Dem booth they've ever seen. Oh, they've never seen one before. Oops. Times, they are a changin'.

We're having almost as much fun as Jon Stewart. If you missed him this week, or last for that matter, while he covered the conventions, you really owe it to yourself to go take a peek. He covered both with wreckless abandon and glee. My hero, tilting at windmills to fight hypocrisy.

I love the internet. Especially since I live in such a small town far from the pahk. Merci to the Mariners, who beat the Yankees tonight. And merci beau coup to Toronto, who beat Tampa Bay. And a bigger woo woo to Beckett and Lowell coming off the DL so the Sox could pound Texas 8-1. Baseball happiness tonight. Great way to end the day.