Supper time

Antique dealers, vendors, festival people, carnies, what ever you want to call them are a different breed. They are tougher than Mark and I and are more dedicated. They sleep in their cars, work almost every day, travel in groups, do not have A.C. or heaters and don't know where their next meal is coming from. We meet wonderful people who have been full-timers for years, kind of like full-timers in the R.V. world, only, without the R.V. On our last trip we cooked country fried steak, mash potatoes, gravy,biscuits and had home made jelly for supper,the last night of the show. We stopped by and asked Syracuse to come have supper with us. Her real name is Teresa and she is wonderful, brave and full of hope. We set up an outdoor picnic on our booth table with stools and boxes and candle light and moonlight and ate and enjoyed talking about sells and festivals. A man walked by and said that sure smells good, so, I got up, and grabbed a plastic bowl and fork and dip him some. He walked back by, and said it sure was good. A little while later, another man came up and spoke to Teresa ad we talked him into eating with us. We fixed him a plate and he sat down and talked and fed his dog under the table. We sat around until 9:30 and still needed to take showers. While I was taking dishes into the R.V., I told Mark, see, I told you that I did not cook too much supper.