over the river
cars, cars, cars
I started home on the expressway but eventually came to my senses, got
back to a two-lane, and stumbled across a one of a kind jail house.
Not too warm but not the least bit wet. A good day to roam the streets.
The day started and ended in rain with just a little, deeply appreciated,
sunlight in between. Highlights were driving across a crooked bridge and
eating a breaded hot dog.
Not much of prelude for this one. I had known of the big festival in
Illinois for a long time. In fact, since this is the event's second year,
I could have made plans months go. But it was only on Wednesday that I
started thinking that I might actually be able to attend. My interest had
be raised by increasing e-group chatter and work projects seemed
sufficiently under control to permit a short absence.