Watchin’ all the folks go by…

Folks go by at Fall Antique & Craft Festival in Old Bowie, MD

Folks go by at Fall Antique & Craft Festival in Old Bowie, MD

That reminds me of a song: Sittin’ in the book booth  Watchin’ all the folks go by. Old Bowie Fall Antique & Craft Festival PosterYou know, like “Standin’ on the corner  Watchin’ all the girls go by…”  Now I’ve really dated myself.

Saturday, we enjoyed the Fall Antique & Craft Festival  in Old Town Bowie, Maryland. There were antiques, pony rides, a

Ponies, petting zoo, and bouncing babies

Ponies, petting zoo, and bouncing babies

petting zoo, a moon bounce, local honey, scented candles, baskets and masks from Africa, live music and song wafting on the breeze, jerk chicken, and home-made ice cream. There were even some people selling books! We had a fine time telling people about our offerings, especially since my thriller Well Considered took place a mile down the road.  Two people bought Skytrooper CDs; one was a woman who collected military songs and was delighted to find some that were actually written in the field in Vietnam in 1967. Two people bought Cologne No. 10 For Men and others bought Well Considered, eager to read the fictional story set in their own neighborhood to see if they could identify any buildings, sights, and landmarks described.

zombieAnd then there was the horrible little zombie? creature (not for sale) at the antique store. Ooo.

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