Do you need an Ostrich....in tube socks?

My antiquing buddies have flat out denied me access to their personages after I took an artistic shot of them last year standing next to a purple brontosaurus...in the rain.  It captured the essence of Brimfield,  but they think that ridiculous tall animals should henceforth be captured next to me.

We all came away with treasures including an old first aide box, WWI poster, hooked rug, and a vintage cap gun.  The weather was perfect, the company sublime, and the pilgrim sandwich (fresh turkey, stuffing and cranberry sauce)....you have to drive up for a taste of that.  Follow it up fresh squeezed lemonade.  It just doesn't get much better.