At the start of certain familiar ‘discussions’, via something like muscle memory, I can fairly quickly launch a short two-character One Act, taking on Stephen’s character in the back and forth to save him the bother.

Once, mid-performance, Stephen said he hoped it wasn’t going to escalate to punching as he would hate to see me harm myself…

Weekend past, we found ourselves in probably – interpersonally speaking – our least nurturing environment: the automobile.  I call Stephen the copilot from heaven (nice thing) and backseat driver from hell (true thing) hybrid.  He finds my driving ‘unskilled’ (bogus thing).

We traveled some distance Saturday to attend a ‘Folk art’ festival in Summerville, Georgia at the famous ‘Paradise Gardens’ of the Reverend Howard Finster, ‘Outsider artist’ darling of the Eighties.

Wikipedia begins: “Outside art is art made by self-taught or supposedly naïve artists with typically little or no contact with the conventions of the art world.”

‘Supposedly’, quite sly for Wiki.

Regardless of how gifted the artist, faux naïveté does positively abound at these festivals.  And there’s also faux eccentricity;-)  Did I mention tattoos as far as the eye could see?

Nice day, met our friends ‘Tex’ and Pete, who were showing there.  Both very talented, and both committed card-carrying eccentrics. 

Saturday was our [eighth] [legal] anniversary.  Behaved ourselves as best we could on the drive home.  I allowed Stephen to speak his own part in the minor bickering that may have taken place…

Cheers!