The gathering in the Square Park is breaking up and going back to talking, having something to eat, or shopping one of the market-booths. Greg McIntyre is back to directing the traffic. Ernie Stubbs is over helping his cousin Elmo get the gates set back up.
I make my way back to the truck, this time making sure now parking stripes have suddenly appeared around it.
Weener-Man is fnally climbing out of the watering-tank, "A week’s worht of baths in one afternoon," he says as water drips off his beard.
"You looked like you were having fun while it lasted," I remark.
HM gets a slight grin, "I tied a knot in the rope for the place to grab onto on the way down."
I note the afternoon heat, "Gets much hotter, sounds like a plan."
Greg McIntyre steps over and comments, "You could always claim you were testing the lanyard tensioning to keep it all official like."
Ernie Stubbs has stopped laboring with the gates and has joined us in our observations. He looks up and down the lanyard, the watering-tank. He shakes the ladder to be sure it is secure, "You know," Ernie figures, "On a hot day such as this, I’ll bet that people would be glad to pay us a buck per head, for a slide on this lanyard tesotr you’ve got here," Ernie smiles optimistically, "We could make a bucket of money."