1) Planned to ride the scooter. The valve stem blew out while I was attempting to elevate the air pressure in the rear tire. We drove the car.
2) Paid an old guy four bucks to park on his grass, and yet we were three blocks from the beginning of the festivities.
3) Wandered through blocks of street venders, I often leaning against a tree or a post while BBBH "shopped."
4) Ate festival-priced barbeque sandwiches.
5) Then walked four blocks to the necessary. This village of 740 souls sells all the premium space, and all the rest of it, too, to vendors, plan for eighty thousand visitors, then put the toities way out in the back forty. Near which the train was parked.
6) Talked with the conductor, reminiscing about the good old days of rail transportation. Walked to other end of train where I snapped picture of this old residence.
7) Talked to engineer at other end of train, then took this picture.
8) Turned around and found a very expensive smart phone lying smack dab in the middle of the street.
9) Were searching for someone who seemed to have some semblance of authority when a young lady, twenty something, threw her arms around me, gave me a big old hug and told me how wonderful it was to see me again. She did not pick my pocket, and I have no clue. BBBH said maybe it was one of my grandchildren. I don't think so.
10) Limped/staggered the remaining six blocks to the car, drove home, and crashed. In bed, I mean, not the car.
Oh, by the way, the earth is not only not "newer" than it was forty years ago, seems to me it is in worse shape than ever; but what do I know?
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