The "Renaissance Day" parade came through Main Street, Clinton, New Jersey today. Twenty people, if that many, and two horses. Pathetic, but sweet.
Continued on to the monthly summertime antiques fair/flea market in Washington, New Jersey. Ten small tables, if that many. Again, pathetic, but sweet. I bought a three-dollar necklace I've already put in my "Donate" pile.
Swung down to Califon, New Jersey. Checked out their "Firemen's Carnival," closed during the day. Nice, creepy feeling, an empty carnival.
Picked up some overpriced gazpacho and wheat berry salad at Califon Fine Foods and toted it home to the river in Clinton. A very small girl came along while I was lunching and chatted me up. She asked me my name—and got it right the first time, thank you. I didn't understand most of what she said, but she put her small hand briefly on my knee once during her prattle, in great earnest. I think she loved the river as much as I.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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