Mars Violet Evening by Brian Jacobs

Author:Brian Jacobs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Clink Street Publishing
Published: 2021-04-15T00:00:00+00:00

I stayed with Amy and Melissa for a bit and then said goodbye. They both gave me hugs and Amy thanked me for hanging out with them. Even though the tent was meant to showcase Melissa, as a representative of Hemlock Art Center, half of the display was Amy’s paintings, so I got to tell her what I liked about her abstracts. Both ladies seemed in their element and Amy looked happier than she’s appeared lately. I walked over to the gate, showed the ticket takers the dreamcatcher ink stamp on my hand, and then walked through the park. As long as I had paid to attend the event, I might as well see what it offers this year.

Linda Baker’s revisionist history tent was attracting little attention from visitors at the moment, so I talked with her about the tunnel tour and we chatted about last night’s protest. Her display was independent from the Historical Society so she was freed from politics that might have prohibited her from suggesting an alternative narrative for our region’s history.

Next to her tent was Sanguine Valley Firearms. I was happily surprised that they were not permitted to have firearms on display. But they had brochures and all manner of violent accoutrements.

And then there was a tent belonging to Saint Gwen’s Church of Faith. Thankfully their showcase was completely benign, nothing at all to do with today’s battle. One of the ladies working their stand recognised me from the torch march and thanked me for serving the cake. She said, “I’ll see you tomorrow at church,” which I took to be a reference to Sunday service, though I couldn’t tell if she was expecting me to be there, encouraging me to be there, or passively chastising me in advance for not attending.

The next booth belonged to Trey Boone Restorations. Trey is on the Board of Trustees at Hemlock Art Center. At his booth, he had an interesting display of architectural elements salvaged from buildings in Northeast Ohio and beyond.

“Hi, Marc,” Trey said. “Are you working the Sideshow across the river?”

“Helping out a little,” I said, not clarifying how little I was really helping.

“Promoting some classes?”

“Oh, I have enough students. Plus my work at Little School. And I’m teaching after school and supervising camps at Londen, too.”

“Oh, the Londen Center for the Arts?”

I nodded.

“That’s in that Brodmann building.”

“Brodmann?”

“Ada Brodmann, German–born architect. She also did the old trolley terminal downtown.”

“I was wondering who designed the art centre’s building,” I said. “Did she study at the Bauhaus?”

“No, actually she was a little later. She studied with Marcel Breuer.”

“Ah, yes, he designed the new wing of the art museum.”

“That’s right,” Trey confirmed.

“I’ve always been interested in architecture,” I told him.

“You’re definitely getting interesting architecture where you work. All of the places where you work!”

“Indeed.”

The final booth belonged to the Lollipop Stop. David Bell, the proprietor was there, selling caramel popcorn and candyfloss. David is one of those men who always seems happy to meet you—a lucky disposition for someone in the business of making candy and ice cream.

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