If you know me a little bit you know that I love fall and I love our neighborhood, and when you combine them both for the Harvest Festival I’m pretty much in heaven.  In fact, I really hope heaven is a fall-themed celebration with free coffee and pumpkins and happy people.  A group of fantastic parents with kids around age two took over for those of us with kids around age seven so we can focus on other things (like our kids’ school fall festivals), so yesterday I retired my one-day-a-year fanny pack and gave it to Huck (who turned it into a first aid fanny pack complete with salt for leeches) and pretty much just enjoyed the festival for one last time as a relatively normal parent with a relatively abnormal kid.  Troy did his usual stage entertaining and there was lots of Gone Fishin’ and  donut overeating and I was completely pooped d’looped at the end of the day, so some things never change no matter what.  I love you, Harvest Festival, and you will definitely top the ever-growing list of things we’ll miss about New York.