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Ypsidixit - 2007-08-18 01:38:31 Another moment of authenticity occurred when we ate pulled pork sandwiches at the Chuck Wagon, staffed by nice people who clearly enjoyed what they did. The third happened at the wooden spoon guy. Fritz chose a scraper he particularly liked, and I glommed onto two lovely 7" wooden bowls. Fritz generously bought these two beautiful handmade bowls, for breakfasts. The bowls were quivering with life, spirit, and vitality, and their likeable maker was a barefoot woodsmith with a scribbly beard from here to yonder. Aside from those wonderful moments, the Fest consisted of mediocre crafters and grizzled roadie carnies manning the rides in this, the next nameless town on their summer circuit, scooping up Ypsi money to take away come Sunday. It had zero to do with Ypsi history.
I sadly watched a 7-year-old play a shoot-'em video game embedded in the National Guard booth. I lounged on the pier and listened to a not-terrific guitarist exhort the crowd to "give it up" to an equally mediocre bandmember. I wished to rinse away up the whole plastic mess, symbolized by the incongruous sterile shower unit unconnected to the river of Ypsilanti history that was explored in the fabulous, historically enriching Heritage Fest of 1981.
The shower stall seems to have been quite a hit, judging by this sample of 4 people. :) The "banished" part was the best part. Or at least the only part (aside from the wonderful old engines, which we saw next day & which ENTHRALLED us) where I didn't feel just a sort of abiding emptiness. At any rate.
How far we've strayed, indeed... add your comment: |