See the light?
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I dunno what's with me going to street fairs. I dunno why I think the next one will be any different from the last one. It's all a bunch of junky primitive art to me ... that and the local realtors visibly shitting their pants and trying to sign up folks for harassment. Lots of weird people with tiny dogs, too. I've had it up to here with tiny dogs.

Last Sunday after another humiliating Bears defeat, my little wife and I quit arguing about how to get down to the Abbot Kinney Street Faire and began to walk. (I wanted to ride bikes. She said that was a stupid idea. It was.) Upon arrival I figured it would be a quick trip: The scene before us was an absolute throng of people and little dogs, all but obscuring the tents of driftwood picture frames, incense and sea glass earrings. Same junk, different street. We walked south toward Venice Blvd, said hello to a co-worker we chanced upon during the weave through the crowd. I proposed that we U-turn at Venice and come back the way we came. It was uneventful. We became bored - I could tell my little wife was bored as she started again on her latest scrapbooking project which has a working title of "Dieting in South Australia's North." I proposed that we veer off east and go get some chips and salsa at the little mercado on Rose Ave. She agreed.

A half-block before our side-street turn, we passed a small church. They had set up a tent and chairs and were working the walk-in crowd with some sermonizing. I passed just as the preacher man was full into it. I have been to Sunday Meetings before and this guy must have been as green as Kermit because his voice was shaky, his resolve was questionable and his sermon was not fluid. He made a desperate attempt to win the crowd back by proposing a question: "WHO is the LIGHT? WHAT is the NAME of PEACE?" He continued, "The NAME of PEACE is a MAN, ladies and gentlemen, and that MAN'S name is spelled J - U - S - ... er ... waitaminute ... J - E! - S - U - S."

I swear he did it. He turfed the spelling of the one name he should know how to spell. So funny.

Tonight - Hemlock Tavern.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!


bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!