|Santa's in full swing a week before Thanksgiving. Not many customers, though.|
|This guy was having his teeth cleaned, I think.|
Santa, of course, was there waiting patiently for somebody, anybody to pay attention to him and just a short distance away a young clerk working a hair-care booth was working on her own hair. I guess you could call that marketing.
A bit further on, a guy inside a walled-off booth was--I think--cleaning a man's teeth. You could see it from above, but not from the ground floor. Thank heaven for small favors.
I liked the table full of codgers who were reminiscing over an old sports scrapbook. A young African-American man stopped by and seemed truly interested in the show-and-tell. Here's some of what went on in photos.
|Old Boys Club looking at the scrapbook.|
|Is this really a marketing effort by the young clerk?|
|This is the animal orchestra the kids seem to like.|
|Me in front of the band. I like bear cello players.|