Scenes from the Summer Market

For a few weeks during the summer, the Saturday morning Farmer's Market moves from Progress Energy Field parking lot to Williams Park in downtown St. Pete. This is usually called Bum Paradise since this is the home of the homeless. The cops come and sweep the place of the bums, needles and what-not to ensure a reasonable experience for vender's and customers.

Kenzie needed honey so off we went.

Bum Paradise, oops, sorry, Williams Park provides perhaps 10-20% the usual tents you would see at the normal Farmer's Market.

Here you will still find the sellers of organic veggies, the woodworking of retired transplanted Northerners and the loom-weaving hippies who never grew out of that phase.

I'll bet this guy wasn't even born before Woodstock. He's a hippie wannabe. To be honest, I don't think we young hippie's ever made stuff on a loom. C'mon!

Oh look! Let's get something from Taste Of Ethiopia. This place is selling spices, dried carrots, lentils and vegan stuff. When I think of Ethiopia I think of death, malnutrition and starvation.

Carrying around a little smidgen of a red-head does have its advantages, however. This guy gave Norah a free banana. Breakfast and a show.

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Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant

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