Yesterday, I said goodbye to the Cherry Street Farmers Market for 2010. I shed a tear. Here’s what the entrance looked like at 7:30 a.m. that day:
The real tragedy of the day, though, occurred before I even hit the market. On the way out the door, I reached into my purse to grab my debit card and ID so I could stop for some cash (and not get arrested for driving without a license). When I, with Sully in the back seat, stopped at Quik Trip to pull some money out of the ATM, I discovered that my “debit card” was actually my library card. I was in too big a hurry to go home, though, so I ended up with only the $5 I already had to spend. Here’s what I got:
Goodbye, farmers market. I will miss you.