I’ve explained before about the day job and the other day job and the freelance jobs—the usual Up North patchwork. One way and another I spend a good deal of time at the Eastport Market. So does everyone else in the township. A friend who worries inordinately about me asked recently, Well, does it come with benefits? Hmm. Not, perhaps, in the way he meant, but look at it my way. Where else would I meet a princess in a mink coat?
Besides, I get to work with Kathy Windiate and Angie Kline, the A-Team. And when things are slow on a winter night, people tell me stories. I’m always going home with my pockets stuffed with slips of paper reminding me to call so and so about such and such. Rich, I tell you. I’m rich.
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Anna Surface
February 26, 2010
What a precious little girl in her fur coat! Yes, I bet those stories are so interesting to hear, and you know, people do have their stories and like to be listened to. When out on photo shoots for someone’s farmstead, the owner usually loves to tell stories and they are truly wonderful to hear as I learn so very much about us as humankind with deep histories not told in the history books. Yes, you are rich, Gerry. 🙂
Gerry
February 26, 2010
Isn’t she just a sweetheart though? She’s a regular at the market, usually borne in her doting grandpa’s arms.
Fee
February 27, 2010
What a beautiful little girl. How nice to see little ones adored and spoiled. As they should be.
Gerry
February 27, 2010
I think, too, that grandchildren should be adored and spoiled by their grandparents. And then, of course, made into proper citizens by the rather tougher love parents must give. And it doesn’t hurt, either, for the whole community to treasure all its children. Every last one of them.
Kathy
February 27, 2010
Oh what a beautiful princess! Interesting; my friend and I had a discussion about fur coats last night in the Irish Pub in Marquette. She inherited one from her aunt (from East Jordan area) but hesitates to wear it for politically correct reasons. I am going to tell her about this little girl. Gerry, I think you are rich beyond measure.
Gerry
February 27, 2010
As long as I’m willing to have animals killed so that I can eat them, I’m hard-pressed to argue that they shouldn’t be killed in order to keep us warm. I have to say that the warmest coat I ever had had a fur-trimmed hood that cuddled around my face and kept it toasty in the bitterest weather. I wish I still had that coat. Then there was Joyce Brown. She was one of the most interesting women I ever met, and the sparkplug for many wonderful projects. She wore a rain-shedding, snow-defeating, Gore-tex coat with a mink lining. I wish we still had Joyce, too.
Cindy Lou
February 27, 2010
Love the princess in her fur! You truly are a rich woman, Gerry, and you make my life richer with your small town stories! Thanx!
Gerry
February 27, 2010
Thank you, Cindy Lou. Spread the wealth, sez I.
isathreadsoflife
February 27, 2010
Bellissima ! A picture as beautiful as your words and thoughts, Gerry. Richness comes in many different ways, doesn’t it ? and you know the real ones. Thank you for another precious moment.
Gerry
February 27, 2010
Thank you, Isabelle. I am captivated by the serious expression. The princess regards me gravely, reserving judgment. I appreciate that. I am a reserved person myself.
p.j. grath
February 27, 2010
So true, Gerry. You got bennies, all right–and me, too! And the princess gave me a happy smile, so thank you both for that.
Gerry
February 27, 2010
You’re welcome from me. As you can imagine, I am not authorized to speak for the princess. However, I suspect she, too, would be pleased.
Preston
February 28, 2010
If you weren’t there, if you did not have a camera, if you were not willing to take the photo, if you did not publish your photo, then none of us would have been able to see The Little Princess in all her glory at the little town market. You’re pretty good at this sort of thing Gerry.
Gerry
February 28, 2010
Why Preston, thank you.