amidst quickbuggies and men with beards and hats.

Amusing how the teenaged boys all wore watchcaps. Girls on bicycles were less than amused by the stiff breeze, but the boys were- no doubt- more than merely amused.

The ogwife witnessed an interaction between a boy and a girl that showed her Mennonites were no different than other teenagers.

There were lots of nice toys at the funshow but none that demanded my attention. I’m saving for other things.

The girls toured the attached mall/flea market. I joined them later, and found several books I am pleased to have in my collection- A copy of the Egg and I, an early edition, that came off the presses long before Betty got sued for the whole Ma and Pa kettle thing. A copy of “Lost Horizon” by Hilton, the book that was made into a great movie in 1937 and an insipid musical in 1973 (Though the music, by Burt Bachrach, is hooky and good natured). It was also the source for the original name of Camp David and the carrier (If I’m not greatly mistaken) on which Partner’s Dad served in the Navy. (Shangri La)

I also put my hands on a copy of Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton, a weighty tome describing the life of an adventurer, a spy, a man whose exploits- if you’ve never read them- are varied and intense. I have this on Kindle, but I like having this book in my hand, a great deal.

Being among the quickbuggies and road apples and beards and hats is sort of calming to me, I tend to enjoy the idea that they exist and that they have avoided Obamacare. Additionally, they display some common sense that others lack. Evidence of this was in a very nice little plaque I saw above a cash register as we left.

“Don’t tell God you have a big problem. Tell your problem you have a big God”

A nice day. It was lacking only in the company of good friends, but that itself was in a good cause, and we had a great time and enjoyed ourselves immensely. And all that yardwork… well it will still be there tomorrow.