The art was packed in the car in the rain. Jean's art and what seemed like half of Home Depot's inventory is driven to the suburbs. In between the storms, tent was assembled in Cantigny Park. In the middle of the night, the tent blows down and poles bend and well, Jean doesn't get to enjoy her morning coffee. Jean's art is wrapped in a tarp and is more or less saved. Jean does not cry. Jean realizes the show must go on... with the tremendous help of someone whose name starts with an M and rhymes with cycle. The tent is rigged back together with more Home Depot products.
Jean sells some stuff, gossips about art fairs with her neighboring exhibitors, sweats some more in the humidity, does a doodle for Tuesday, wraps up her broken tent and goes to Jamba Juice on the drive back to the city.
The End.
Oh!, but here's the doodle:
