I think this was Sunday.
No rain, sixty high.
A fellow exhibitor offered to take our picture.
My hands are clutched around handwarmers in my pocket.
I believe we had gone through all the handwarmers by Sunday;
I probably had toewarmers in my fists.
"No, no. Give us a gangster sign."
Whatever. Let me put my hands back in my pockets.
See the blue and white rug at the top left.
That is the one the chatty lady wanted in the quiet man's bathroom with all the boats.