Potry Poem by John deVries

Oh dear, dancing again. At what we of the 'Lucy' hot-air balloon chase crew called the 'Albuturkey International B'loon Fiasco', which starts the Saturday of the first full week of October every year. The guy in the 'toga', my best friend for years, was actually wearing white parachute cloth that he hadn't gotten fitted very well. There is nothing quite like seeing perhaps 100 hot air balloons fly off in a wave off of the park... and then another wave once the spaces were cleared for equipment set-up. Supposedly, one year we had 600 balloons with their owners... A good reason for a great, big warm party on a cool night.