Good Goodness (Day 11)

So clearly my ambitions to write a daily blog have been thwarted. My eyes were too big for my stomach. The gap was too big for my leap. From here out I plan on writing three times a week. This will allow me more time to edit my entries and provide quality material, also it will account for any human delays.

That being said it has been an exciting few days. I was permitted to dabble in small town battering and joined the police at my first party at The Dunes. 

I peddled down the road yesterday afternoon when I saw the sign "Yard-sale" I immediately flipped around to fondle their wares. There where three elderly folk out front, far too old to be living still, a mess of goods on a table, and a fine selection of grandpa sweaters and button-up blazers on a few hangers. I perused the variety, finding the jackpot right in the beginning- Paul Simon Negotiations and Love Songs, and The Mamas & The Papas: 16 of their Greatest Hits. 50 cents a piece. There was a sonograph that caught my eye but upon closer inspection I found that it was a fake and that the only antique on the property was 97 year-old Darrel sitting behind me on his camouflaged rocking camp chair. (What did I tell you about the camouflage.) Well, small of price as it were, I did not have a dollar on me.  

I turned to the woman looking over the joint and said, "Listen here, Mam, I will hustle on over to my home and then I will be back for them here CD's real quick, so hold on tight to them, because we are gonna make a deal." 

Darrel

After a small scheming session with my Sienfeld buddy Kyle, and a few minutes, I returned to the yard-sale sign, this time my bag was a little heavier- one peach, one carrot, 85 cents, and an old Nordstrom's clip on tie heavier, to be exact. Scandalous battering pursued, but after a few moments I was on my way with Simon and the Papas, leaving here with the 85 cents and the clip on. I did not hesitate to snap a few pictures of Darrel and his camouflage, before I was off down the road again. It was a pleasure doing business, bless your hearts.

FIRE AND BUBBLES!

The Dunes blew my mind. As good as it gets. The police stopped by, of course, I attract them it seems. Fire, pallets, races, women, sand, man-tights, hats with pom-poms, wool, more fire, more wool, strangers, and bubbles. Oh yes, I did say bubbles. Bubbles and fire together- FOR THE FIRST TIME IN RECORDED HISTORY! It does not get any better than that- except for Bruce R. 

Bubbles! Fire!

I applaud the patriotism Darrel