Rhythm on the River was fun for us last year, and we enjoyed listening to Paul Torres sing Elvis again. We agreed that we should have hired Paul to sing at our wedding reception. The band we got was way cheap, and guess what, they were awful. Paul would have done justice to "Love Me Tender," our first dance. The salsa band, Colores, made us think of Miami. Jesse said, "They are singing Puerto Rican," and sure enough, that's what they said. 
The food booths were exceptional. We had ribs from Outback Steakhouse and roasted corn from TNT, which was exceptionally tasty. I asked the guys if I could take their photo, and they said, "Are we going to be in the newspaper?" I said, "Even better--the Internet!" The smells were a pleasure, and eating under a tent in the shade with a cool beverage, watching the folks go by, was enjoyable. You had to purchase wooden tokens to pay for food, and roving token vendors added color.
Abi and I had our palms read by Myrna. My reading: this is my year for art. I won't make any money from writing but I will from art. This is the year for artistic blossoming. I have a strong, powerful lifeline and should live to a ripe old age. Earlier, Diane Woods, a pastel artist, told me that I should show my work at the pumpkin festival. That sounds like fun, and my animal watercolors might be a good fit for a pumpkin festival.
Abi and I couldn't resist the vendors, and we each bought a magnetic bracelet. If this is my year to make art, I need my hands and wrists to be as strong as possible. And, I confess, we couldn't resist the hats, either.