We couldn't believe there were so many parking places available. We fed the meter by the Main Post Office and walked a couple blocks toward the array of parked emergency vehicles. The mister wondered why there were so many on display. I explained because they are a big attraction with little kids. There were only a few boooths set up, so we wandered over hoping to peruse the hispanic items. But, there weren't any crafts, serapes, or sombreros for sale. Firefighters manned the booths and handed out literature. Odd collaboration, I thought. We walked around and looked at the water rescue boat, the pumper trucks and every other kind of firefighting apparatus.
We had 45 minutes on the parking meter. It took us 15 minutes to realize that yes, we were on Market Street alright, but nowhere near Keiner Plaza --- six blocks up the road where the Hispanic Festival was in full swing. We were at a firefighters' festival. Lucy and Ricky!
On the way back to the car, (DENNIS is correct...do your research), I spied one of those Cheerio signs endorsed by Nelly, our home town rapper. Those posters are at every bus stop. I posed my honey in front of it. He WAS holding something between his legs, PEARL, you silly girl. He had a grip on his ball cap.
No we did not end up at the Hispanic Festival; we shot our wad of quarters in the first meter, and by noon it was unbearably hot, so we headed back home.
My writer friends, now go back and read my first sentence. I answered, the wh questions. When you pitch to an agent you have to be able to summarize succinctly. At a writer's conference one year, an agent said they know within the first or second sentence whether or not they are interested in your manuscript. Often they read no more then eight words, so you'd better set the scene right away.
Thank you all for playing. This was really fun. My honey hasn't seen my blog post yet, but when he wakes up I am going to start his day off with a laugh.