Goodbye Summer...See You Next Year.

Canal Fest is long past, the canal concerts have ended, and school for the kiddies has begun. There is nothing left except to take out the trash. And with our cache of photos running low, and anything good having already been posted, there is no time like the present to call it a summer. It was a good time had by all. And unless we get sent a photo which must absolutely be posted, we will be back next spring in full force. Canal concerts, Canal Fest, and possibly branching out into all things WNY, including all the other local festivals, fetes and fairs. So, good night, good luck and see you next year!

- peopleofcanalfest@gmail.com

Warning: Actual Size

It's Doctor Ruth! I wonder how many people she's stopped to ask them about their penis? I do love the fact that it's at least 85 degrees and humid, yet still need to wear the full length coat. I'm betting she can remember the day the Erie Canal was opened...and when the Constitution was signed.

Thanks to JSpence for their submission.

I Love the Nightlife, I Love to Boogie

It should be illegal to make clothes in that color. And it's like she's wearing a biker chain gong horribly wrong. Oh, disco night at Canal Fest. Many didn't have to dress up to so their 70's and 80's style, but some chose to. They have waited for this night all summer, circling it on their calendar. Wait, this wasn't disco night!? Oh dear...

Lay off me I'm starving...

When it gets to the point that it's either sweatpants, or no pants, then there's a problem...but I'm not telling her that. I personally enjoy the comfort of sweatpants as well, but choose not to wear them in public. Unless I'm sick, or hungover, and it's just for a quick supply run. I think she's on a mission to the deep fried Oreo stand. Or maybe the Girl Scouts selling those little ice creams. Either way, heaven help anybody who gets in her path because, damn, she ain't stoppin' for nobody.

I Pity the Fool

Some people would say that hair makes a statement. What that statement is, on the other hand, I'm not sure. Maybe she's Mr. T's cousin. Nah, not enough gold chains. Or the mother of Legion of Doom member, Animal. Hmm...nope, no face paint. Or possibly she lost a bet. Eh, doubt it. Or she has been rebelling since 1982, and she refuses to let it grow back in. Plausible. Whatever the case may be, I'm sure it less entertaining than stuff I can think up.

Dressing Your Age

I'm not sure what's worse. Long gray hair, no shirt, homemade jorts, the sneakers with the green laces...I mean, seriously. What the heck!? I believe he thinks he's about thirty years younger than he really is, oh, and black. Next thing you'll know he'll want to shoot some b'ball outside of school. Hopefully a couple of guys up to no good don't start making trouble in his neighborhood.

Stalking Her Prey...

"Now be very quiet as we witness the Grandma Creeper stalk her prey. They usually target the younger members of the pack, luring them in with candy and sweets. Crikey! This is a big one, she is." She probably has her son waiting in the windowless van in the nearest parking lot. Reasonable explanation!? Bah! She's just waiting for the first kid to yell "I lost my Mommy," and then she'll strike.

Bigfoot!?

Has this image captured proof of Bigfoot!? Kinda blurry, large, hairy...looks like classic Bigfoot photos to me. So, from the forests or the Northwest to Canal Fest, I present Bigfoot everybody! It makes sense. What better place to hide out that NT? Nobody would ever look for him there. A quick shave and he could easily hide amongst the masses. I wonder if the National Inquirer will pay for this.

Polly Want it's Freedom?

I have to admit, I'm surprised they haven't flew away. I mean, if I was on the shoulder of an old salty sea captain, who looks like he's right out of "Hawaii Five-O," the first chance I got I would be gone. You know, come to think of it... If hung out with the insane guy with the three heads, it might turn into a pretty interesting show. I'd watch it.

Skullet King

This, right here, is a text book definition of a skullet. You add in the mustache and this guy could pass as Jake "The Snake" Roberts' brother. Collared graphical shirt with the top wide open, and now you're south of the Mason-Dixon line. What are the odds that there's a wife beater under that shirt? Let's call Vegas...