Third time's the charm
A half mile of the main street downtown was closed for the annual art fair last weekend. Food, music, and rows of art booths stretched all the way to the bridge. I used to cover it every year for the daily paper back in the day. Last year, I went there with a neighbor couple for the first time in some time. Jim and I soon found a beer and pizza outlet and camped out there while Carly drifted away to shop the tents. She came home with a haul of jewelry and assorted chachkas for the house. Some months later she got a call from her credit card company to verify whether she had purchased an expensive treadmill in Tampa. Of course she had not. Her credit account was promptly terminated and a new one opened in its place. Carly suspected it was one of the itinerant “artists”, from the fair, who had tried to leverage her credit to fraudulent advantage. I told her I had been contacted by mine once, on the occasion of a suspicious purch...