Time to hit the sack came quick, since I got there so late. I never gave a thought to how Monroe would feel about the sleeping quarters. I'm fine with roughing it at these swap meets and when the time came, I was concerned he might have been expecting a motel room. I figure a bed's a bed. I guess he was fine with it because it took a lot of effort to get him out of "the bed" the next morning:
Once up, and with some breakfast in his gizzards he volunteered to man (chicken??) the hubcap table:
He's quite the huckster. I told him about the early birds being the ones most serious about getting their worm. The first couple guys were a tough sell and just kept on truckin'. But the very next guy stopped and listened (carrying something). The next ting I knew my first sale was made:
