To Market to Market

As many of you know, I’ve been spending several hours at the local farmer’s market every Saturday convincing passers-by that along with their home-grown tomatoes, peppers and peas, they need to buy a copy of either “Summer Guest” or “Helen:Unwavering Courage”. After all, on these hot summer afternoons, what’s a better way to relax than put your feet up, take a swig of a favorite beverage and get lost in a world of words.
So far, the response has been encouraging. Last Saturday, was a challenge. Since it was the nation’s birthday, and downtown Milton was abuzz with activity, the public’s focus was not on buying vegetables for the evening meal. No, directly across the street from my shaded area under the palm tree, a motorcycle club took great pleasure in setting up their two-wheeled, chrome-plated, multi-styled road runners.
It wasn’t enough that every new participant revved their engines to an ear-piercing decibel level but the rock band in the background was clearly in competition with the leather- clad, bandana wearing drivers. Lip reading on my side of the street became a necessity.
The crowd that walked through our parking lot was on a mission: no time to stop and look, no time to talk. The lure of the ‘vroom, vroom’ was too mesmerizing. Of course, in their defense, I assume it’s hard to read a book on the back of a Harley.
Oh, well, tomorrow is another day, another crowd.