I'm going to miss most of the insanity that will be Willoughby today because I have to work. Our street looks like a parking lot. The weekly farmer's market runs till noon, the ArtsFest is 10-5 and this evening is the continuation of the annual Oktoberfest in July festival at the Catholic church, which is about a block from our house. There are games and gambling in the church basement, the world's best onion rings (beer battered and big as a bagel), and rides for the kids.
Each year the church rents a huge inflated slide that looks like a sinking ship. The kids love it, of course, but I find it really creepy. Mike walked up to the church alone last night (the mighty hunter brought sausage sandwiches and onion rings home to his mate) and so I asked him, "Do they have the Titanic up again?"
He shrugged. "I just went for the food, I didn't see the rides."
"It's kind of horrible, don't you think? How morbid - escape from the sinking ship!"
"Oh, I don't know - maybe this year they'll have the firebombing of Dresden. Fun for the whole family!"