So, while Daphne and I were off enjoying the fine people and cuisine of the Ohio Valley, Kev stayed home. Alone. We missed him a lot, and he missed us, but he kept himself pretty busy. There were a lot of goings-on in the cider department, there was yard work, there was trumpet practice, and there were arts and crafts. Above, you can see his latest lino block carving, just in time for Halloween. Cool, huh? It would make a good cover for a PPHPHB cd, if there is ever another one.
Because one day Kev was singing "Sway," and if you know Kev, you know he is a notorious low-talker, so when he sang "like the lazy ocean hugs the shore," I thought he said "like a lazy Russian horses show," and it seemed like a good name for something. Sorta Sgt. Peppery. No offense to Russians or horses is intended.