I met this young man briefly yesterday. He gave what I assume is a stage name, Phrank Johnston. If I had ever had hair I like to think I would do similar strangeness to it. My hairline has prevented me from being carded since I was twelve.
Very pleased that I had the camera; I was going to check out camera bags and grabbed it for a fit test. I am even happier Phrank gave me a minute in the bitter cold to pose - it did take a second to ensure light poles were not growing out of his head. I also met up with a good friend delivering freshly baked delights post Christmas. I do believe her agenda was more along the lines of a sanity check. I did my best to assure her that I am no crazier than the employed me. I had my first Starbuck's coffee (yes, ever!) and we chatted; much of it good advice from an experience business person.
The most pleasant instant of the day was after this chat when I opened my car and the smell of freshly baked bagels wafted out. My willpower was used up this day maintaining my no eating in the car rule.
Later that evening I had a beer, for I had no willpower left.
The Great Killingly Tomato Festival
Agricultural fairs have long stopped being what they should be. Families reuniting. Fathers relaxing with their children while mothers rest without. LOCAL performers and marching bands surrounded by local merchants and entrepreneurs. Ridiculous contests . In an era where some agricultural fairs won't allow dogs on their grounds the Great Killingly Tomato Festival is a refreshing hint at the origins of the crowded overpriced carnivals that pretend to be local today.
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