Odd Sightings in Jville

You think that the little town of Jeffersonville would be all about Mom and apple pie. Marty and I have been observing some strange, quaint and ingenious happenings.

I have to mention the Poker Run, which we still don't understand. Motorcyclists from near and far wearing all their regalia come to eat donuts and coffee, play poker and then have a big BBQ. There were bikes and trikes and a sea of tattoos. Do-rags ruled the day. Marty observed there were no young bikers. Obviously it's an old man's sport. You need bucks to buy one of those machines.

Throughout the weekend we repeatedly saw a very large black man (not too many in this town) strolling around talking to himself and wearing a purple wide-brimmed hat. Harry had a a hat just like it when he decided to be a pimp for Halloween. This dude must have said hi to us a dozen times.

Marty saw a couple of teenage girls driving around on a golf cart watering the plants on Main Street. Next weekend is the Chalk Art Event in which anyone who wants to can draw on the sidewalks with chalk. Actual artists are involved and they sell their works on the street. This should be a fun event.

Just like NYC, only much much smaller.