Because it is late summer, and the weather is so ideal for walking, the three celebrities and I set out to walk the three blocks from The Small Actor's house to the carnival. Our security guards lag behind. (They strongly resemble two dads and a granddad.)
Yes, naturally, Viewer Dear, I have many photos to illustrate this small tale:
When The Little Actor wanted to join us for a repeat, I readily acquiesced.
And then, The Little Actor took a look at the table around which we were seated. "You're supposed to turn this!" he said.
"Oh," I said. "I don't think so. It looks like a pretty stable table to me."
(In retrospect, Dear Reader, did I envision a tea party here, or what?!)
Those small ones grabbed hold of that table and the room began to spin. Faster and faster we whirled!
Our little room was spinning like a top as we streaked around on that circular ride!
The young ones were shrieking and laughing, and I was wondering how this ride had got so wild, and please God let it end soon!!
Aggghhh...I'm too dizzy to go on, but there's a rather grand finale to this Small-town saga!
Therefore: (to be cont.d)