Charlevoix For a Day

The one-day fair in Charlevoix was located right on Lake Charlevoix in a charming, terraced waterfront park. This was a small event, but well juried and had some outstanding exhibitors. Most of the attendees were very familiar with the event, and remarked upon the unique nature of Wayne's work as well as his first appearance at this fair.

The only downside was the schlepping. Man, it was crowded when we arrived. The park and fair are located on the main drag of Charlevoix, a two-lane "highway" a la Route 66. Since this slices right through the heart of the downtown section, traffic was slowed to a crawl in all directions. Parking for artists was limited to non-existent but being late, we managed to slide into a spot just as someone was sliding out.

Oh...did I mention we were late? HHmmmmmmm well there is a serious ninety-degree right hand turn that we failed to negotiate or even notice in Petosky that would have kept us on Route 31. As it was, we ended up on Route 131 and our nice little 4-hour ride down turned into a 5-hour frustration. We made it, after realizing things didn't look right and driving until we could find someone to ask what to do. As it stands, we got a look at Boyne City and just about everything there was to see in the entire county.

Hot and irritable, we did not relish the prospect of schlepping all our stuff, piece by piece, about 150 yards to the booth. Miraculously, the local High School Drama Club was on hand to help (for a small donation). They made quick work of our carrying needs, and promised to come back for take down after a $20 donation was offered. They did not come back, but by then it didn't really matter - we just hauled the darn trailer to within 10 yards or so and loaded it up like that.

We stayed in the most friendly 1950's style (and vintage) motel called Villa Moderne. Nope, the name does not fit but hey - the rooms were large with a little microwave, coffee pot and dorm-sized refrigerator, and the staff really friendly. They gave us an "artist discount". I'm not kidding! It was a great choice. We stayed on the end unit with the extraordinary pink/mirror wallpapered bathroom. You'd just have to see it. I hope to add photos when I'm not just getting ready to pack for another fair, but for now the description will have to suffice.

The fair itself was a reasonable success. In one day of sales, Wayne made more than his two-day combined total at Art On The Rocks. The town was cute, we had a lovely walk on Sunday, and enjoyed a leisurely drive back to the UP. Final fair in two days: Green Bay - home of the Packers. I'll be watching them in their pre-season game tonight and rooting for my favorite team!

Art On The Rocks: a first First

Life the last week in A2 was kind of insane: recap is four days of art fair, followed by two days of packing up the house, one day packing a moving truck, one day driving to the UP, one day unpacking the moving truck and then setting up the next day for Art On The Rocks. Whew.

Saturday was cooler and damp with lovely cloud cover keeping the whole place at room temperature. It was a welcome break from the swelter of the city. Intrepid and experienced art fair attendees all had their mini-umbrellas at the ready, and the occasional rain did little to deter the faithful. Sales were slow-ish but OK, and the day was capped off with a lovely party at Patrick Dragon's place featuring his astonishing barbeque and fun,live music.

Sunday was hot, hot, hot. I came down mid-morning with a bathing suit and towel so Wayne could jump in the lake (which he did) and discovered he had been awarded First Place in the Mixed Media category. Way to go Wayne! It came with a modest award, which helped Wayne's spirits as sales had been non-existent to that point on Sunday. There were a few to be made in the afternoon, but by and large it was a small-ish event in comparison to A2.

Perhaps the most wonderful happening of the weekend came next. Take-down for the show was miserably hot and sticky. Not even the proximity to The Lake (Lake Superior) was a cooling factor. We had arranged earlier to meet Jeff and Sarah on their Nonesuch, which was anchored closeby at "Stinky Beach". Our timing was flawless as the were just finishing a late afternoon sail as we were putting the last of the stuff in the car and trailer. We sped home, dropped the trailer, and returned to the shore. We plunged into The Lake and climbed aboard the dinghy for a quick but exciting ride out to the boat. There we are in the picture above: relaxing on the Menzel's boat in the cool evening air, floating on the beautiful and crystal-clear Lake Superior. What an incomparable ending to a long, hot weekend.

A2 part 2

Day 3 A 2 began with the threat of thunderstorms, which escalated from there. Executing my wifely duties faithfully, I created the usual lunch for Wayne, and parked in the usual spot at Luther for what I thought would be a pleasant little stroll. Nope. Huge cloudburst! Luckily, I had what is now a permanent art fair accessory with me - an umbrella. I slipped off my sandals and ran oddly enough to the shelter of the apartment building where my daughter Cate lived during her junior year at U of M. When the worst had passed, I was able to travel the small distance remaining to the Wayne and deliver said lunch.

Patrons were still strolling about, mostly experienced art fair goers with their trusty umbrellas. Although they were scant, at least they were still trying. As the photos above illustrate, however, as the rain worsened the last customer was seen fleeing the scene - leaving only the dudes for company. The dudes abide. (Unfortunatley, they are still abiding at our place as they did not sell!)

Wayne had to abide as well, until a bit later in the afternoon a horrendous siren went off. Man, it was loud! Apparently that siren represented a tornado warning, and everyone closed up shop and went home. That was alright with Wayne as it had been a pretty bad day sales-wise and the third day of a four-day fair is pretty exhausting.

We have subsequently learned that the tornado siren is one of the A2 Art Fair legends, and you haven't really lived so to speak until you have had that experience.

Day four was a gas, as our friend Suzi LaFreniere came down to visit and strolled the entire fair with me. Yes, every single street and area. It took all day, but it was really fun. Our buddy Robert Ayotte helped out with the take-down and we cleaned up slightly and celebrated what had become an extremely successful fair for Wayne at Paisano, an excellent Italian restaurant in A2 which I had always wanted to try. Poor Suzi was so pooped out by the pilgrimage that she could not join us at Paisano. As such, Robert gallantly purchased a couple of really fine bottles of red wine, and we had a mini-party with her when we returned home.

Returning home home was actually the next order of business. On Sunday and Monday, Wayne and I packed our entire household. Tuesday we packed that into a 15-foot rental truck (thanks, El if you are reading this). Wednesday we drove the truck and car and trailer 8 hours back to the Upper Peninsula. Thursday we unpacked. Friday we set Wayne's booth up for Art On The Rocks (AOTR). It's now Monday and we are still wandering through bags and boxes, but we are here and off for 2 weeks. Description of AOTR coming soon, but for now I just need to take a break.

Impressions of the A2 fair (in no particular order):
South U. is definitely the place to be.
The art patrons are mostly discerning and not afraid to spend money.
It's just too big.
We hope to return next year.

Impressions of A2 in general:
If you have to live in a city, this is the one.
Wonderful friends, we will miss them greatly.
Can't wait to return for the Detroit Jazz Festival.

Ann Arbor - South U Tornado Blues

Wayne set up on Church Street in the South University Art Fair area. This hip, trendy, student oriented area boasted a fine slate of artists - perhaps the best of the entire fair. The pictures above (from right to left - sorry!) document Goodtime Charlies - student mecca watering hole, the Denison Archway leading to the main campus area and the "diag" - a walkway which cuts diagonally across the original campus and is a main hang-out area. The weather was sultry and stickily hot. Set up was easily accomlished as this section of the art fair was particularly well organized and run by Maggie Ladd, but in fact there was no escape from it being hot and sweaty. We were fortnate to be living in A2 at the time, and returned to our comfortably air-conditioned home for showers and a brief relax before launching off for the party at the Pizza House.

The Pizza House not surprizingly offered a large buffet of assorted pizzas to the artists that evening. Drinks were over-priced but the food was free so hey, no complaining. Still in the postop period from a gum graft, no pizza for me as I was (and am still) on a 100% soft food diet. Although not recommended, this is one heck of a great diet plan as in 2 weeks I've lost about 8 pounds. Whatever. After Pizza House we slid over to Charlie's but the only interesting action there were the bartenders so we headed home early which was probably well-advised anyway.

Day One dawned sunny and bright, with a shimmer of full-summer humidity and heat in the air. I dropped Wayne off early and easily and returned home to convalesce as quietly as I could. Parking was going to be expensive, so returning to the fair later I elected to park a few blocks away at U of M's Luther House Cooperative - a student house where a young friend of ours is living. No problem, no hassle and only a short walk away. Wayne was making friends and making sales, and so the day was looking pretty darn good. After delivering his lunch and a coupla cold ones, I trotted off across the diag to look at what was being offered at "The Original" A2 Art Fair section just north of us.

Well, there was lots of stuff. A lot of art, some fine craft, a wee bit of crap. (Later on in the week, I toured the State Street, Liberty and Main Street areas which were more of a carnival than art fair.) Returning to South U., I found Wayne in good spirits and looking forward to the evening's premier musical performance by the MacPodz. It was a fine start to a fine fair. As usual, disaster was lurking just around the corner, but that's for the next post.

Grueling Grand Haven

Grand Haven was our first show that was not a local production. It was a run by a company out of Florida, which could explain why, for the entire art fair, there was only one staff person and one non-paid assistant. Load in was intense: if you did not arrive at 5:00 in the morning, there was no chance at getting your vehicle close to your booth. So, our late arrival at 6:45 resulted in a mad 2 hours of schlepping EVERYTHING, one thing at a time, from a parking lot to our booth space. This was not a straight shot either, it involved stairs and weaving in between other booths. We worked furiously to get the tent up, get the artwork in and hung, price and label it all, and were almost ready when 10:00 rolled around and the show "opened". Exhausting.

The good things about Grand Haven: it is quaint, the downtown full of cute shops and restaurants. The Queens Cup race was coming in, and it was great fun to watch the beautiful sailboats arrive. The most beautiful was a Cal-40, whose friendly crew was happy to chat about their race. The entire waterfront area was a lovely park with shady trees and clean restrooms. It was mostly sunny and very warm. There was a darling group of 4 elderly ladies who not only gushed about Wayne's work but also purchased some. They were so cute and gutsy: they had all gone on a big trip to Italy last year and were now thick in the planning stage of their upcoming trip to Australia. Adorable.

The best thing about Grand Haven: The Theatre Bar and the bartender, Brian. If I can, I will have one of my kids get Brian's picture out of my phone and onto the computer. This is a skill that is beyond my poor mortal talents at this point. The Theatre Bar is a slot bar between two other bar/restaurants that are all located in what used to be a theatre. The service was excellent, the prices unbeatable, free popcorn at Happy Hour and the World Cup on the television. Our last night in GH we cooled off in The Theatre Bar with a coupla cold ones, and an entire wedding party came in. They were jovial and fun, and let us join in their celebration. A+ time in the Theatre Bar.

The worst things about Grand Haven: (in no particular order)

1. The Coopersville Rodeway Inn and the manager, Mr. Patel, who scammed an additional $20 in cash from us in addition to the room fee because he would not let us check in otherwise. Boo.

2. The tornado watch/warning Sunday morning.

3. The people who, although apparently were quite wealthy, were not really interested in buying art.

4. The organizers, who failed to realize that the artists needed WATER. Honestly, no water was provided. What?

5. The schlepping in and out of the booth space.

6. The long drive home after a long weekend of exhausting work.

7. Although The Dudes got a lot of attention, for the first time, they did not sell. Any number of adolescents worked on their parents in their attempt to acquire The Dudes, but the parents held firm. TL2OW just wasn't with us on this one.

8. The general attitude of folks from Grand Haven/Spring Lake/Grand Rapids that was expressed by one person to Wayne in the following statement; "I just HATE Ann Arbor and that whole left-wing, liberal eastern part of the State!" Hmmm, wow, and you are saying this to an artist who makes his home in A2? The only possible response is silence. No sales there.

In sum, it was a wash. Wayne made a small profit, enough to pay for the unending work on the trailer. And, after doing all the accounting this morning of receipts versus expenses, we have just about broken even. Almost.

The good news: we live in The People's Republic of Ann Arbor. The A2 Art Fair should be outstanding. Our expenses will be just about zero (although the booth fee was steep), and so we can look forward to pure profit! Wayne is happily making new pieces. We keep learning and the prospect of the Ann Arbor show, Art On The Rocks, Charlevoix and Green Bay Art Street yet to come is promising. The weather here is glorious, and the City of Ann Arbor is celebrating summer with nightly free concerts. Don't you just love left-wing, liberal cities?

Obama's Stomping Grounds: The 57th St. Art Fair in the aptly named Windy City

Selecting accommodations for the 57th St. Fair in Chicago was a real challenge. We decided to go with the fair’s recommended option of staying at the International House, right on the University’s campus. After a relatively boring ride across lower Michigan and a brief jaunt through the tip of Indiana, we made it to Chicago’s “Skyway”. It is elevated in places, but this supposedly preferred route to access the downtown – though expensive in tolls – was as bad as some of the worst streets in Ypsilanti. We had to slow down frequently so that the trailer would not bump wildly behind us. No matter, our trusty Mapquest directions took us to the correct exit. As usual, it was downhill from there.

Although we pretty much stayed on the task of determining what was a “slight right” and what was an outright turn, by the time we got close to our destination we were pretty confused. Failing to turn where we were supposed to according to Mapquest, we were off on an adventure of our own. This part of Chicago is full of one-ways and narrow streets. Luckily, I had the trusty University of Chicago parking map. We located the street upon which the International House was supposedly located and promptly passed right by it. Damn! The street was practically completely blocked off by parked cars idling in the southbound lane. I figured it must be a one-way, and told Wayne to just go around them all in the left lane. He said, “No way!” but I prevailed because we were both pretty anxious to stop and park somewhere, ANYWHERE. As it turns out, he was right and we could have created a head-on incident except for the happy circumstance of coming to a stop sign at a street that would allow us to turn right. After circling the neighborhood several times behind the I. House, we elected to park the whole 9 yards in a very long, open space in a nebulous public/University parking lot and get out on foot to find our place. This turned out to be a great idea, as the line of cars blocking the street (54th) consisted of various parents and grandparents waiting to pick up their little darlings from the University’s experimental school. We found the house, checked in, and lugged what we had up to the room.

These were not luxury accommodations. For the same price, we could have probably scored a 3-star on Priceline. But, it was very close to the venue and neither of us being very proficient at driving in huge cities like Chicago, it was worth it. There was a queen-sized bed which took up most of the room, a TV, and an overhead fan. No climate control other than old-fashioned. The bathrooms were “down the hall”. The ladies room had one pee/poop stall and one shower stall. Ditto the men’s. Old school, but what the heck. Didn’t really want to spend that much time in the bathroom anyway.

We went back to recover the car/trailer combo which we learned we had parked illegally, but there was no ticket on it and TL2OW was in good flow (The Legendary Luck Of Wayne). Now that there were no longer anxious parents and bored, silver-haired, elegant grannies leaning out to smoke cigs while waiting for the little darlings, there was plenty of on-street parking for our car and trailer. Sweet! Being that it was a Friday, the parking would hold for the duration (no school Saturday or Sunday).

Our daughter Cate had spent a summer right in this very area. She mentioned vaguely something about restaurants in the area allowing you to BYOB, but it didn’t really register. We went out to look for a beer and discovered that BYOB was the only option. Hmmmm, no liquor stores in sight either. Finally, we found a little Mexican restaurant which proudly proclaimed it served beer and we were all set for a great dinner and a cold one. (As Strongbad would say, “A One is not a One unless it is cold…”)

No Friday setups so we got to bed real early thinking we are going to be the first ones there around 7am. Wake up time 6:30am. No coffee. Barbarian. Saturday at 6:45 am, we moved like manatees toward the school where we thought we had scoped out our space the night before, only to find the streets already super congested with trucks and trailers of all sizes. We just had to stop and park as the spot in the “playground” we thought was ours actually turned out to be someone else’s and we wandered around until we found our spot. Worst of the worst: the alley. Pecking order: 1 – a spot on 57th St., 2 – a spot on Kimbark, 3 – the playground, 4 – the alley. The alley behind the school and the playground. The photos demonstrate the difference. The first and last shots are the alley. In between photos are the busy, lovely, tree-lined, shady streets. Enough said.

We pulled in the alley to start to set up and noticed there was a little space, just at the fence, where we could probably stash our trailer. TL2OW in full swing. We drop the trailer, I grab an actual parking space for the car (very close by) and our unloading and set-up of the Mighty Light Dome (MLD) commenced. We were up for the most part in about 2 hours, then finally got a bit of breakfast in the school building, kindly provided by the fair organizers. There we saw our new friends Wendy Hill and Xavier Nuez. Cool! After a chat we returned to finish setting up.

10:00 arrived, along with rain showers. Luckily we were all set up. Unluckily, we were in the swamp area. All the rain was running from the high spots on the other side of the alley to the low spots on our side. The lovely Karen of Apexspire jewelry did have it a bit worse than we did – our river ran into her pond – but all of Wayne’s pedestals were getting wet. The water crept up higher, seeping into the wood. Same thing happening on the walls of the booth. Watching the water saturate everything used to display the art, a knot of bad coffee coupled with anxiety began to form in the pit of my stomach. When the rain stopped, we were still standing in wet shoes but the MLD kept the artwork dry and safe from the top and the water never managed to creep up the wooden sides more than about 6 inches. Safe for now.

Wayne had put The Cool Dudes out in front of his booth once the rain stopped. They got a lot of attention, some folks stopping just to have their photo taken with The Dudes. I ran off to take a little jog and by the time I got back, The Dudes were gone. First sale of the day, a couple bought both of them and dragged them off. A good sale and a nice way to start out Day One, Chicago. The usual parade came through, and any number of true art buyers. Wayne sold moderately well, had a lot of interest and compliments, and we closed up contentedly at 6pm. The weather forecast was not good, so I insisted we put all the artwork back into the little trailer, now parked not more than 40 feet from our booth. Wayne grumbled but we had it done within 20 minutes or so. Knowing the scene, we drove to the supermarket to obtain a bottle of wine and brought it back to a really great pizza place right on 57th. Ate half the pizza, brought the rest back for the next day’s lunch, another early night.

Saturday night, howling winds struck. The alley is like a wind tunnel, and arriving back at the site Sunday morning we were immediately struck by a howling, keening sound coming from one of our fellow alley artists. This young lady is a talented glass artist. She had left her work in her booth overnight (was this smart?) and returned to find about half of it smashed on the pavement. The gal next to us had an Easy-Up that resembled our ELAF Easy-Down. She was a painter and this was her first 57th St. Fair. Entering the mess of her tent, she discovered her work was gone! This is because of the neighborhood rescue brigade who worked tirelessly through the night to save whatever artwork they could from the wind tunnel. The poor glass lady's stuff was already toast, but these folks who just lived in the building in the front of the alley realized that a lot of art was being destroyed. They brought as much art as they could into their apartments Saturday night, and took 2 hours out of their Sunday morning to return it to the artists. Wow!

The MLD was perfectly intact, and Wayne’s art safe in the trailer. We re-hung the booth and were ready to go. Day two went well, and by the end we discovered we had made enough to pay for our hotel, dinners and The MLD. Success! It was a great show and one where we again learned important lessons. These are:

#1. Get the best tent possible. Spare no expense. You will not regret it.

#2. Learn from your fellow artists. They have somehow made a living doing this.

#3. Being an Art Carny is like being a sailor: respect the weather above all.

So on we voyage in the land boat, seeing new sights and meeting new people, true to the quest of making art a viable career choice. Next show: Grand Haven, Michigan – in just a few days. Beaches, sailboats…Hey! We will feel right at home!

ELAF: East Lansing Art Fiasco or the death of the Easy-Up

East Lansing was not such a far drive from Ann Arbor, so we gamely drove up Friday night to set up our tent and booth. Once again, setup seemed smooth, we got the whole thing done in a reasonable amount of time and were back in A2 for an early night. There were predictions for possible thunder storms, but we did not wake to any in Ann Arbor and did not give it another thought. Until, that is, about 6am. That's when the phone rang.

The nice organizers of the festival called to say that the tent had imploded. Yup, no other way of putting it. The top had somehow slumped, filled with gallons of rain, and collapsed the metal framework. The whole soggy mess was sitting in the middle of the booth, upon the artwork we had so carefully piled in the center of the cement. No time to dawdle, a quick cup of coffee and we were on the road.

We arrived at the scene of the crime and were petrified. Where to begin? Incredibly, the tent top still held a huge amount of water. After shaking the cobwebs out of the brains and bodies, we figured out that was the first thing to take care of. How? Hmmmm.....we ended up poking small holes in the top after splooshing the water into a corner and letting it run into a huge bucket. That done, we unzipped the front and entered the mess. The Luck of Wayne (TLOW) held this time, as the artwork was unscathed! We had been careful to put a tarp over it, and the blasted tent ceiling really held the water without leak. So trying to proceed in a logical fashion, we decided we would have to do something about the maze of metal now clogging up the middle of the tent.

During this time, the festival organizers were hovering, very concerned and helpful. Wayne requested a hack saw, which was obtained from the fire department (luckily close by) and he just sawed that mess apart. Which was sort of ok, but now we had to try to rebuild the framework with something else. A few pieces of scrap lumber and errant broomhandles were duct-taped Yooper style into the middle, which didn't really do the job. Wayne was going to send me to the local Home Depot to get real lumber, and the festigals (20-ish festival volunteers who took it upon themselves to help us) gave me directions. I wrote them down. I got close to where the car was, and realized I did not understand the directions at all.

There was a bicycle parking area that had been constructed out of pipe by some really nice folks, who had a tent there with information. I stopped there to ask them to explain the directions to me. They said, "why do you need to go to Home Depot?" This brought forth the story of the Easy-Down and lots of sympathy. This is where The Luck Of Wayne rubs off on me. They said they still had some aluminum pipes they didn't use, and we could use them to jury rig the tent. Alleluia, alleluia.

I brought everything I could to Wayne, who looked at me incredulously. No time for incredulity, we had a tent to get up and artwork to hang. We worked furiously until the show opened and had it somewhat together. The people/pets/kids parade ensued and we were launched. Right next to us was an excellent and friendly photographer name Xavier Nuez. He and Wayne chatted quite a bit (as no one was buying anything) and he gave us bunches of art-fair tips. I went to check in to the hotel and clean up. I was practically unrecognizable from the sweaty, haggard, dirt and water-sploched gal who had left the fair as I returned in a pretty little sundress and sandals.

Unfortunately, our booth was not much more than 50 yards from East Lansing's Urban Outfitters, so I spent almost as much time "shopping" there as I did strolling among the other artist booths. Since nothing was selling, I really did not feel as if I could buy anything. Rats. The day dragged on with heat, heat, and sun. Two nice things were there, the lovely Sarah Jane Tillison (senior year at MSU) and live music in the nearby square. I gave Wayne breaks when I could (or when he would take them), but nothing was as welcoming as the artist reception at 6pm at a local bar/restaurant.

The festival organizers put out a fabulous spread of cheese, cold cuts, salads, and even pizza. Beers were on special for $2.00. Hot, tired, and amazingly hungry, we enjoyed this immensely. There, we had the opportunity to meet more artists and get more tips. Everyone laughed about our Easy-Up disaster, and encouraged us to buy a real tent. Most notable among the veterans was the ebullient Wendy Hill (once again, props to her for naming the blog, although she wanted to reserve the name for herself...) She had been doing this for about 17 years, and was generous with her advice and wisdom. Sated in mind and body, we drove to the hotel to dull the pain with some mind-numbing television.

Up and at 'em the next day, I dropped off The Wayne and decided I had time to take a run. I was quite unfamiliar with the town, and anxious to get my run in. There was a four-lane road from the venue to the hotel. Having gotten used to driving in A2 - everyone drives like a madman - I was only doing about 40 when a cop hits his rollers, turns around and stops me. SHIT! SHIT, SHIT, SHIT! I explain that I just dropped of my husband, was unfamiliar with the town, and although the road I was on was a "highway" on the map I only now realized as a residential area there was a 25 mph speed limit in effect. I must have been pitiful enough, and the guy was actually very likeable, and after "running my license" (his joke: just to make sure I was not a wanted person), he let me go with just a warning. YAY! I was already seeing that a traffic ticket would wipe out ALL the sales Wayne had made the previous day, putting us desperately in the hole.

On to the hotel and out for my run. It was beautiful running through a lovely residential section of East Lansing which looked like it contained enough people with enough money to go to the art fair and buy something for God's sake... Enough of that, a shower and another sundress and off to the fair. On my run, I had scoped out an excellent parking space and snaked through the back streets to get a great spot. Sales were still very slow, but the music was good so Wayne and I took turns checking out our favorite bands. Los Gatos from A2 were there, as well as Daisy May and Steppin' In It. Not too shabby.

At the close of the day, we were so anxious to leave we could barely contain ourselves. Sales were disastrous. The tent was a joke. It was hotter than hades and I had on leggings. Arrrggghhh. One of the nice festigals said we could just leave the whole stupid, busted up tent frame and they would dumpsterize it for us. That made things more pleasant, as we got the art, and the walls into the trailer rapid-fire and tossed the rest of whatever might be left into the Soob. Escaping East Lansing, I thought I would just put a dress on and wiggle out of those leggings in an effort to dispel more body heat than the car's air-conditioning could handle. For a millisecond, I take off my seatbelt and start to wriggle out of the sweaty, clinging leggings and in the next lane I see a cop in a big SUV looking at me, watching the whole sordid thing. I belt back up, we get in the left turn lane and THE SAME COP THAT WAS WATCHING ME pulls us over. What? OMG, what now? What in the heck did we do?

This was a young guy who must really have missed his calling with the Gestapo. He really enjoyed making us squirm because I had taken off my seat belt while in the car. I kid you not, the guy stopped us because the front seat passenger had not been wearing her seat belt at all times while in the moving car. I wonder what this guy would do if confronted with an actual crime? We are now BOTH as exasperated as a person can be, if this MORON, this ASSHOLE gives us a ticket we will be out about $600 total on this experience (not counting the money we will have to spend on a new tent). So, the asshole "runs" Wayne's license while we wait in fear. He comes back and issues a stern warning to never again remove my seatbelt while in the car. Yeah, ok "Sir". You betcha, ya hey? I am wondering if I should report him for watching an old lady wriggle out of her leg gear while on duty, but the brat is going to "let us go" and so I shut up tighter than Fort Knox. TLOW is holding. No, make that The Legendary Luck Of Wayne (TLLOW) for reference in future posts.

The drive back to A2 was blissfully uneventful. No champagne this time. Just the prospect of purchasing a real, honest-t0-goodness mighty tent: The Mighty Light Dome. In walking around and gathering opinions, the Light Dome seemed to be the best choice. And so as I write these words, we have already done our first show in the Mighty Light Dome. In all, ELAF was a financial fiasco, but the friends we made and the incredible amount of stuff we learned made it worthwhile. Would I go back? No! Too many cops!