Stayed in town yesterday because of the Art Fair. It was definitely the most people I'd seen at an Art Fair , at least at the Wells Street version. Of course a lot of people were going to the beach which made it seem even more crowded. The bar was busy all afternoon and Faggypants set up his table and put out a sign "cool water". When it was pointed out to him that cold probably would have been more appropriate he sighed. I intervened and said ,  "cool" water was more hip than cold water. For about three hours he hustled water to the passersby's . He was wearing a Sara Palin T shirt and and a Sara Palin neck tie. He said he only got a few nasty comments. Even though I'd carefully instructed him not to make change for anything  more than a five dollar bill he tried to make change for a twenty and in so doing allowed some money to blow out onto North Avenue. Street Jimmy,  who was lounging in Gracies beach chair sprung to his feet and attempted to retrieve some of the wind blown bills. In so doing he stuck his head under a car that was stopped in traffic. Faggypants jumped in front of the car and screamed , "don't move your car, there's a homeless persons head directly in front of your back tire."
          The boys managed to gather all but two dollars of the twenty dollars in change. Faggypants said he learned a good lesson about making change for anything more than a five dollar bill. After an hour Jimmy got bored and shuffled off. Faggypants had 128 bottles of water and after selling half of them decided to pack it up and sell the rest today. Had he been willing to persevere he could have sold 500.
          I walked over to Fullerton and watched them transport the kids from the Children's Hospital to the new hospital on Chicago Avenue. When I arrived at Fullerton a nice elderly couple told me that the really sick kids had been moved much earlier.
           Hawkeye had invited me to the Art Fair party at his house so I walked over to St. Paul Street. He had a table and chairs set up just off the sidewalk under a couple of shady trees. It was quite pleasant. The food was delicious and the beer plentiful. Sue, Hawkeye's wife made an especially nice salad. His daughter was there as well as Gunther and the defense lawyer, as well as several other nice people. Karen Stephens stopped by . She's looking quite well and she's always chipper, however, I don't think I can ever forgive her for defending me on Face Book. Not only is she a Republican, but she's one of those Republicans that doesn't even try to stay informed. I can always sense the sexual tension when Karen sees me. She says younger guys have been hitting on her. I can believe it as she's still very doable. I think she'd make a great Cougar.
             When I got back to the bar I met Greg from Detroit. Gracie, who was bar tending with Anya,  said Greg had driven four hours to see the bar and meet all of the characters in my blog. I thought that was very nice and bought him a drink.
            Nobody could fix the broken faucet in the mens room so finally Ruben Nine Toes hobbled into the restroom and shut off the water on the hot water faucet.

             Today is my 72 birthday. If anyone would have tried to bet me that I'd reach a couple of days before I was 72 to lose my first tooth I would have laughed. I've been hit in the face hard hundreds of times so I'm grateful for my remaining teeth. 72 doesn't seem any different than 71.
             Corkery is coming up to see me at the Dunes and he just called and said he's lost. He's got a place in Michigan so I'm surprised he's having so much trouble.