The Honker and other memories of summer The first day of fall, wow, where did the summer go? Saturday marked the 20th week of Art Court at the Beaverton Farmers' Market...that is where my summer went. It has been a great experience, I have met a number of interesting new friends, done a lot of people watching (people zoo as Denny calls it), and learned more about my glass and how people relate to it. Beaverton First United Methodist Church which is adjacent to the market opened their lawn to artists for the first time this year and from my perspective it is a great addition to the market, market management opinion not withstanding.

Saturdays from 7 am - 3 pm for in my case 18 of the past 20 weeks leaves me with many memories, among the most vivid is the "honker", mostly because his location was closer to mine last week than any other week. There is a market faithful shopper who arrives in her non-descript white car each week, parks and goes about her shopping. The rub is that her elderly and apparently grouchy husband stays in the car. Shortly after she leaves him he begins honking the horn...over and over again. She appears to be a serious market devotee because it goes on and on for a good long time. My time at this years' market is winding down, and I will miss it and my market friends. Best wishes especially to Cyndi who is having surgery this week done by my second cousin Matt, small world.

I promise to post more regularly, I have a lot to tell you about including the most incredible birthday party ever (Linda's on August 2). Andrew and Diana coming back to Portland, Ollie whom you have met via photo who is now 6 months old are things that come to mind.