Our nod to the local festivities Saturday morning included the short bicycle ride to the downtown area. We parked the bikes and walked through the display areas, visiting briefly with those artists and vendors whom we know.
BBBH, of course, could not pass the "antique" store without checking for treasures. I visited next door with the local barber who did my hair for a quarter-century before I married a hair dresser. The wife located me to advise me that she needed bucks, because she had found the thing she had to have, though she didn't know it until she found it.
BBBH collects Rockwell gewjawry and gimcracks, prints and statuettes. She wanted two that she had located, and of course she got what she wanted! From there, then, we went to the official festival Pork Tent where we had barbeque sandwiches. While they were very tasty, it seemed as though the lid had fallen off the pepper can during the preparation. At the top of the page are the tops of a couple of youngsters who were sitting at the next table. Nice hairdos. You should have seen their mother. Or not. Common as it is these days, I just have a hard time accepting that tatoos are attractive on women.
Here are the gizmos that we brought home with us, along with the mandatory elephant ear, which we mostly consumed along the way.
As I say, that was our nod to the festival. Farewell!