Semi-Daily Scribbles

The market had better light than the last one, and room for miles to stretch a pair of legs. Under the July sky, the barter and exchange that took place was fierce. It was like venturing into the wild without a musket or sharp ax. No way to protect yourself against a shady deal unless you knew precisely what you were not willing to bargain. There were rows and rows of misguided advice and helpful admonishments to explore on a day that smelled like adventure. As soon as your judgment had been stripped away, a nice lemonade stand was waiting to douse any suspicion. There is wisdom to be gained by watching a photo, or waiting for the wooden bird to take flight. The art of closing the deal takes a lifetime to perfect.