![]() Perhaps it’s a certain residual military influence or because it just leaves the rest of the day open to go home and play with new found treasurers. I’m not sure why, but hamfests and swap meets always seem to begin at sunrise and end by early afternoon. There were quite a few cars parked around the venue when I arrived. I walked back to my car and drove to the hamfest about 10 miles away, slightly disappointed at not starting my morning with a nice cup of coffee and a cheery chat with Lisa. “The Branded Bean” was written on the window instead, but regardless of the name it clearly was not open for business. A closer view revealed that the interior had been redone and the name Small Town Brew was nowhere to be seen. The lights were off and something about the appearance looked different. ![]() ![]() As I approached the coffee shop I sensed that something was amiss. I got up quietly at 7:30 AM, got dressed, put my camera in the car, and walked over to Small Town Brew to say “good morning” to proprietor Lisa Paul and fill my coffee thermos before driving to the hamfest. I heard Butch and Fonda get in their car a little before 6 AM this morning and leave for the quad-county hamfest at the fairgrounds between Peru and Mexico (in North Central Indiana, not Central America). ![]()
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