EVERYBODY PAINTS

 

I’ve never gone to the earliest phase of Paint Louis. The artists must start with a plan, perhaps on a grid, to transfer their designs onto a large section of wall. There is also a puzzle (to me) about the enormous scripts that all follow a similar style (to my eye) and look much alike. What do I know. I’m old.  

We wanted to go to the big Japanese festival at our botanical garden yesterday and got tickets in advance. When we arrived around 11 all of the remote parking lots were full. Literally nowhere to put your car, so we left. Big disappointment, photo ops missed.              

Five Dollars In Hand

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Sure, this gets your attention but it's not meant as a shocker. This is the hand and prosthesis of Ron Trump, first seen on this blog a year ago. Mrs. C and I met him again last Sunday at the St. Louis Renaissance Faire (from whence the cat woman in May 31st's post).

Ron is the happiest man you might ever meet. He and his wife live in the countryside near Des Moines, Iowa, spending the warm months traveling among the fairs and festivals of the Midwest. They sell kettle corn, a sweet and salty variation of popcorn. They make it in an ancient copper contraption that goes along with them. He always has a smile - do look at his portrait in last year's post and you will grasp his personality at once. I do not know how he lost his hand. When I bought a big bag for my office, he dexterously handled the money. My co-workers loved his product.
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