Stuck plodding behind a sea of endless
cankles over callused flat feet,
flip-flopping in flip flops and carting their kitsch.

Fall Festivals in Frankfort, ferreting out Fleming.

This is my "reward."
Admittedly, it was pretty good.
Though about the equivalent of four hot dogs, and by itself the price
of two whole packs of hot dogs...

I did get ice cream, also.
So. All is well with the world.