Since people seemed to enjoy my Jack Sparrow fistfight story so much, I figured I'd start sharing a few more 'gems'.
This is an oldie.
When I was a kid, my parents (specifically my mom) were travelling artisans. Mostly renaissance festivals, to be specific.
We trekked down to Florida one year to participate in a show at Vizcaya in Dade county. If you ever get a chance to visit, go. The show was a bust, but the scenery is breathtaking, and it was worth the trip just for that.
Anyway, you're here for a story, not a travelogue.
Another artisan that we knew, let's call him Fred for the sake of protecting the innocent, was also there. Fred was a super fun guy, as long as you took his pathological lying with a large grain of salt. He always had entertaining stories and a gift for telling them.
One morning, Fred runs into our booth. He points toward the ocean, which we were set up next to.
"You wouldn't believe what I just saw!" Generally, no.
"An 80 year old Elvis impersonator playing The Cars on a Mandolin!"
Say what?
As we're trying to parse that statement into something that makes sense, the gentleman in question walks up the marble stairs from the water into our view. All activity ceased for a moment, as we stared in shock and admiration. That little old man wearing a spangled jumpsuit and playing for all he was worth will be embedded in my mind forever.
You go, mandolin Elvis.
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