Rhapsody in Green

Elkhart's 30th Rhapsody in Green, but this evening is the first time I've gone. Island Park entirely covered with festival food vendors, and a Mick Jagger wannabe on the bandstand: what finer entertainment could you ask for on a lovely June evening? *tongue in cheek* I shouldn't be a smart ass though. In reality, the people watching was pretty good. I had three faves.

One of the interesting people -- the gal with wings tattooed on her back. Really. Life-sized wings. Well, what would be life-sized if a person actually had wings. I'm assuming she wore the backless top to display them in all their glory.

Second interesting person (group of people) -- I was with my friend Becky, and we ran into her son. On that island of 100's of people, I could've given you information that would've made it possible for you to identify him. Me telling you what he was wearing and that he was a hottie in his early 20's wouldn't have made it possible. With the crowds, it would've still been tough even with the additional information that he was strolling the island with an entourage of three attractive girls. But if I added the fact that said posse of girls were all dressed like Paris Hilton (in a land of funnel cake- and elephant ear-eaters), I bet you could've picked him/them out of the crowd.

And the third interesting person stayed on my mind. I hope his evening had a happier ending than the part I saw. A little boy (probably around 10) I spotted moments before he dropped his just-purchased hamburger face-down on the straw-covered, muddy ground. I waited, thinking his family would be around to come to the rescue, but with a stiff upper lip he picked it up, deposited it in a nearby trash can, and took off at top speed toward one of the exits. Bugged me. I hope his family was there, that he wasn't alone. Wish I'd been faster and checked and offered to buy him another burger if he was alone and didn't have money for one. He didn't cry, but I wanted to.