On the last night of camp at Kefana, most of us had been up until 3 a.m. every night throughout the week, and even some of the performers were getting a little silly. Tired, a little drunk and not wanting to miss out on a moment of anything, we all gathered at the last kefana. (L to R) Matt, along with his wife Joan (who was smartly asleep at this point), were our "camp angels" who were charged with guiding is through camp all week. Ms. Jay, from NYC is a Greek dancer with tons of good energy, and good taste. Alla, a conductor, was fast friends with us; insisting that there must be a common ancestor among her and Jerry back in Yugoslavia. Jerry the bug player and myself the fumbling musician next to Rachel, the accordion player who is not afraid of giant brass bands.
1 comment:
who's afraid of the big brass band?
not me....
all the better to hide behind, my dear!
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