Today I played my last gig at the Guernsey County Farmers Market here in Cambridge, OH. Every Friday morning from May-October the market is open on the courthouse square in downtown Cambridge. It's really the perfect location for a nice, small-town market. Vendors line the square with their goods and services, as shoppers wander along the tables looking for something pretty, delicious, or useful. You see smiles of all ages from buyers and sellers alike. You see all kinds of characters walking along. There is no dress code or level of formality. You hear conversations, laughter, and maybe even a dog barking as its owner pauses near a table of fresh bread. Up until today, from about 10:30 until 12:30 or so, you might have heard some music coming from somewhere over by the base of the large concrete steps leading up to the historic old courthouse that towers over the square.
Starting last fall I would go down to the market and set up my little PA system, open my guitar case, and sing for a couple of hours. Busking away for whatever people want to give. Most people just throw in a dollar or two., while some people like to give me something yummy. Some people just like to sit and listen, and sometimes they sing along as they walk on by. Occasionally a few children might try to dance along with the music as their parents stop at a nearby booth. Today a young girl walked by and smiled, giving me a thumbs up; it made my day. Last week a kid walked by holding his ears; it made me laugh.
It was a good time down at the market. It may be hot and humid, or windy and cool, but always worth the little bit of time each week I spent downtown. Hopefully wherever we end up in North Carolina will have a great farmers market, too, so that I can go down with my guitar and make people smile, dance, sing, or plug their ears.
|My view from the market. A couple of renaissance characters.|