Good evening, Netizens…
There comes a time in every joy-filled event when it is over, and at last you must drift back toward your home, still vibrating with the sounds and the memories of the faces of everyone you have seen.
In my final picture of the set, we bought a button from this young woman in exchange for a picture of her in consideration of the nine wonderful years we have been attending this event. Yes, I have a collection of buttons, but not so many pictures. For the problem with taking pictures of The Fall Folk Festival is you miss so many exciting and interesting things by being preoccupied with getting a picture.
So today, instead of taking vastly more pictures I simply drifted from room to room, listening to many of the fine performers I have enjoyed over the years, renewing old friendships and drinking in the ambiance, for the Folk Festival is a living body of water to quench any thirst. Along the path, I met a luthier who made the first hand-made harp I have ever seen, that has a backbone made out of polymer, yet has a wonderful, rich sound. And I thought I had seen everything the festival had to offer! That was a sweet-sounding harp indeed.
While standing in the cafeteria I encountered Claudia Craven, another gifted writer I have known for years. She and I once collaborated together to investigate two very corrupt ministers from the South Hill Unity Church, something that did not necessarily endear either of us to the church members at the time. However, once all the evidence was placed before the Board members, the majority voted to fire them and the church, like others in life, simply moved onward after the ministers were deported back to Canada.
So, after exhausting my granddaughter, trying the patience of my wife and thoroughly feeling satisfied, I returned to the Virtual Ballroom, and its ghosts, who were dancing to an old Benny Goodman piece that was (nearly) older than myself.