I was lucky this weekend to attend the Jonquil Festival at the Old Washington Historic State Park. Yes, I know, we have ALL played that cursed festival on several occasions with the Hope JazzCats. I refer to it as cursed due to the fact that 9 times out of 10, when we played, it was either, wet, cold, windy, wet and cold, windy and cold, wet and windy, etc. I had to go out this Sunday afternoon, as the women in my house (they outnumber me) wanted to go.
WOW, I was impressed. REAL crafts! A lady was actually making soap and selling it. I searched, but I couldn't find one Van Halen mirror in the whole place! I admit, they had some big jumpy things and a climbing wall, but they had relegated them to an area near the highway and away from the main hoopla. They had gator on a stick! I succumbed and found out that it tastes a lot like pond scum. Luckily, they had extra long corndogs and Jumbo lemonade. Yes, the nectar of the gods! I must say, if the Hopeless Watermelon festival could return to this format, I believe they might find more of the locals involved, AND in return attract a larger "festival" crowd instead of the gypsies, tramps and thieves that accosted me the last time I was there.
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