We go to the Long Beach antiques fair. I nearly buy a salt shaker in the figure of a cow wearing a fruit on its head, and try to talk Curt into buying a sign of a turn-of-the-century man with a pistol that says, “A tip from the host: hands off my wife!” (Left to my own devices, I would put together the best joke house ever.) It’s very hot out. 800 booths later, we leave with three “vintage” scarves and sore feet. Fun, but probably more so if you’ve got a house to decorate. :)