Let's not go bullistic here. Let's enjoy what is offered us. I know this Guy or whomever, does one bang up job of taping the Fest events. I've bought some of the tapes myself; at a very reasonable price I might add. Please remember we are all here to enjoy what we love, may it be Barnabas, Willie, Quentin, or Cyrus. No need to needle pick. Yankee opinion.
And shall we all hail in that the worst, absolute worst of the DS memorabilia is the music box!

My first Fest was at Tarrytown, which, I'm certain, was a smaller than usual crowd.  I'm not looking forward to hordes of fans in Brooklyn.  I liked seeing Mr. Karlen repeatedly, going in and out the lobby. 

I remember when I first met the old man. He took my hand and thanked me for the movies I sent him. But when we went out to breakfast, he called me a hillbilly on account of I slathered my scrambled eggs with ketchup.
I wish the Fest wuz at Tarrytown again so I could access my Jeep and drive anywhere without paying a fee to fetch my car.
See you in the crowds, kids! Mrs. Callabash, wherever you are...

What happened to David in this picture? Last seen he was shooshed away by Willie and Maggie, a pic-o-nik basket hanging from his arm,
What happened to this kid?

Miss Hoffman: AHHHHH!!!
Barn: It's a mirror, Julia. You're just looking at your reflection.

Burke: Woo woo! Carolyn, watch where you stick those high heels, will ya!

This is MEGA cool. Thank you so much for sharing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Janet

Blair: Willie Loomis, have you been sniffing airplane glue again?
Willie: Nooooooo. I've been cementing the cracks in the linoleum. I swear.

Willie: Ah, ha! Caught you. You didn't think I'd find out about the missing marshmallow fluff did you? But I did. And now you're gonna pay.