I’m not really a race fan. To me it’s one of those public displays of virtue, like weddings and graduation ceremonies, that are supposed to keep societies feeling all warm and snuggly. I usually stay away from that kind of stuff.

Not that I would have been running anyway. But lots of people spend the day cheering on the participants. My friend Zoom really likes race weekend. And this kind of event is specially intended for families.

What’s the matter with me? Let’s face it, I’m a poor sport. I’m that guy creeping around at the edges of society saying nay to everything.

It can be a hard job slinking around in the margins like Gollum, but really, somebody has to do it. Otherwise we could be living in Pepperland or a prison planet or something, and we wouldn’t even know it. Or that place where The Prisoner lived. Remember The Prisoner? Or the Truman show. Or Barrhaven.

I also didn’t go to the Glebe Garage Sale. I didn’t need anything.

I went last year. This is a picture of a violin player that I took then. This is a rerun.

Later I took a picture of another violin player at Westfest. (Another rerun.)

I like that picture. I always wished I had taken it after I started having “Pics of the day,” so it could be one. Now it is.

Here is the first part of my series from last year about visiting Westfest.

Bye for now!