Twin
Lakes
While I was at the
Twin Lakes celebration yesterday, I ate a Stromboli. As I talked to the
servers, I mentioned that I was a writer and wrote some poetry. She asked that
I write a poem about them. I can't remember the names, but here is my limerick.
We sell several flavors of Stromboli.
It's our pleasure to satisfy you wholly.
Fully filling the pastry,
They're hot and tasty
Come eat
something great. Don’t be melancholy.
I was so tired when I finished my marathon to sell my
books and pass out business cards at the Twin Lakes Festival on Independence
Day. I didn’t sell a single thing, but I passed out flyers and business cards
trying to interest readers into purchasing my detective mysteries. The first is
Tommy Two Shoes: From Mountains to More
and Tommy Two Shoes Entangled. BotCome
eat something great. Don't be melancholy.h books are a collection of
short stories that have the retired homicide detective from the Pittsburgh
police force. His friends and relatives find themselves facing serious problems
and Tommy being the naturally curious cop and good hearted person follows the
clues and solves each case. He is aided by the spirit of his deceased Uncle
Aidan LeClerc
I wasn’t able to sell a single book, but my acting as
a barker, drew people passing by to stop and see the books that our group of
local authors had to offer. Everyone else sold books, so I teased that I wanted
a cut on their take. I was kidding. The profit margin on books to a relatively
unknown author is minimal, so how could I even ask.
Most of the day, I was on my feet hawking. My feet
and legs were so tired. The weather was great. My fellow authors were
wonderful, and the people I met and chatted with were fantastic. I had one
Chinese woman that was teaching her language to me. I was able to pronounce
them after her, but she tried several and cannot keep then straight.
One of the booths around us held a troupe of actors
that was promoting a local play about Johnny Appleseed. Other authors around us
dealt with Bigfoot and UFO’s. There was a blacksmith shop set up a few booths
away. Another author one booth away sold books on the haunted locations on
Route 30 and 22 in Pennsylvania. The ringing of the red hot iron being shaped by
hammer and anvil added to the general atmosphere. Several tents down, a group
of people represented the Renaissance Festival and were in costumes of the
period.
Away from our area, there were vendors selling almost
anything imaginable, from food stuffs to metal workings, paintings, and
jewelry. It was like a pay-as-you-go carnival.
The only down side, and I mean that literally, was
that one of our lady authors at our table had a knee replacement and had
trouble getting out of her chair. Once she was up, she lost her balance and
fell back into the chair. Falling backward, she knocked the other elderly woman
who was standing there onto the ground. That woman had hip surgery, but it was
fortunate that the ground was soft and that she fell onto her buttocks and not
onto a hip. Both survived the incident and as far as I know there were no
lingering after affects.
I am looking forward to another year at the Twin
Lakes Festival.
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