3rd Thursday

Went to Pittsfield's acclaimed (by themselves, at least) Third Thursday Celebration.  On the third Thursday of every month in the summer the town closes off the main north-south road through town and people roam the tarmac seeking holistic massages, candy corn, and codpieces crafted from the fines hemp. There is an underage, barely competent teenage band cranking out high-volume suburban pseudo-angst on every corner, and the streets are lined with cool old cars on display, some of them with ludicrous sound systems. They also featured a beach created in the parking lot of a hardware store, a skateboard stunt area, and the saddest, hottest fake H.R. Pufenstuf I have ever seen.  What makes me sad, though, is that -although supposedly in attendance- I never saw these guys.  That would have been ridiculous and great.