Maybe not so much heaven if you're a hawg.  Or a chicken.

Little kid admiring one vendor's bling. Serious stuff, this rib grilling.

Sam chatting with his mom.

Fly piggie fly! Get out while you can!

Today, gambling that the weather reports are wrong, we ride our bikes out to the Father's Day Rib Fest in the Beaches, taking rain jackets just in case.  We meet up with Mia and Sam and have a couple of beers and try foods and enjoy the Reggae-Blues fusion music.  Our gamble pays off; no rain, no thunderstorms.  Another fun day in the summer festival season.