This page looks eerily like my FRFF page. No guessing how lazy I am...
Dave and Sarah by the pool. I think those pools only exist in Florida, California, and old skater movies.
Family...work...guests...folk festival...house concert... and she still has time to make taco dip!.
Our little pre-Camp Pooh group, with Christine Kane after the thursday night house concert.
Here we are, warming up for the World Hackey Sack Finals taking place in Ft. Lauderdale later that day. Very few animals were harmed during the filming of this movie...
Melanie's son Beau. I forgot his last name. I'm not worried. It was something I couldn't spell, anyway.
Ok, so I'm no Dave McKay, but it was his lens and flash. So if the picture's good, thanks. If the picture's
bad, it was an equiptment malfunction. 
Melanie rocks. I hope I'm that cool when I hit my 50's. um... did I mention that she rocks? did I mention I should've been a hippie? did I mention I'm going to but a 1939 International Harvester bus and paint it and
drive around the country and film my friends on acid? Well, maybe I'll just get out my Candles in the Rain
45 and put on a tye-dye.
This is Mosh trying to save the luggage after the van caught on fire. Much to my dismay, the picture of Steve and Dave pushing it into the lake to extinguish it didn't turn out.
Dave. At night.These are just some cool pictures from the rest of my South Florida experience.
My brother Steve. 
How can anyone not love the swamp. The swamp dude(not to be confused with the swamp thing) said the mud is over 500 feet deep. Now that's kinda scary...
They let me pet the kitty. I want one.
Toto, I don't think we're in New Jersey anymore.These are a few pictures that were worth scanning. I really only took one roll of film. If anyone wants copies or anything, let me know.
CAMP POOH RULES!!!!!!!!