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Show ' ' T T T T T gt jLy ' Sttirillk sa Wefiun by Teri Gomes Just singing the deadline blues Some people interpret that old Helen Reddy tune "You and Me Against the World" as a tribute to love: couple love, parent love, friendship love. I tend to think it was written by a journalist jour-nalist facing the proverbial white sheet of paper and a deadline. You can fib to a superior about the report that was due, the building that needs to be completed, or the materials that didn't come through for your job. You cannot tell your editor the words didn't come today and maybe they'll be in your post office box in the morning mail. Deadlines win every time. After a weekend of eating too much, walking too much uphill in floppy shoes that hurt my feet, and generally spending too much time out-of-doors in the sun and heat at the festival, it is hard to concentrate on creating anything except a space for the hammock. ham-mock. The Art Festival once again reminded re-minded me that closing off Main Street to all traffic and making it a pedestrian pedes-trian mall would be a swell idea. And maybe we could run a few trolley cars up the middle. I have one slightly obnoxious experience ex-perience to relate, but better I relate about myself than Brough doing it for me. I was standing in this booth At the festival admiring these lovely wall-hangings wall-hangings (painted wood and very folk-art) folk-art) when this Club Med-type couple walked into the booth. "What do you think, David, the strawberries or the pig? " "I don't know, Sarah. You decide, honey." "I really like the pig, but then again the strawberries would look so nice in the family room." (Mind yon we are talking about a wall-hanging that represents several hundred hard-earned dollars to buy.) "I . thought you wanted the strawberries for the kitchen and the pig for the family room?" "That would work too, dear. I just can't decide." I could. "I vote for the strawberries, in the kitchen," I said to Sarah who looked quite startled that I had spoken to her. David laughed and as I walked away I heard him tell the delighted artist, "We'll take them both." When in doubt, go for the excess. Before I leave the subject of the festival I must add a little hurrah! for the Park City Softball food booth. Would the festival be complete without that famous lemonade and those terrific chicken leisX(Notto mention the terrific Susan Prigge legs who served serv-ed you your tasty morsels.) And especially nice to see were Bruce and Sharon Reid who came back to work the booth and enjoy the party. Well, that was a little rush there, an item, as we say in the trade. Trouble is, this colum is supposed to be filled with "items". Last week not L. but the poor over-worked over-worked typesetter erred in saying that Rocky and Shirley Smith would soon celebrate 35 years of marriage instead in-stead of the 25 I had written. They called to say. 25 was plenty and a misprint like that was grounds for libel. li-bel. (They were just kidding. You know these crazy Smiths just, joke, joke, joke. ) Anyway, sorry guys ... And now for the part you've been waiting for if you got this farpractically farprac-tically nothing struck a vein with me this week. I guess you already noticed. But don't worry, I plan to spend this entire week looking for things to be stricken by. Other than deadlines. |