When I quit IBM, I applied for a booth at
The Delray Affair, a local, crafts-oriented street fair
designed to keep the tourists one more weekend.
What kind of an economy depends on tourism?
What kind of burghers do you get, when you don't do anything
but stand by the side of the road, humbly, and beg for tips?
My application was turned down. So I held a counterfair
in my front yard. The Dreyfus Affair - Banned Books.
Brenda came out and saw me sitting at a card table,
under my billboard, and said, "Well, Jack, I guess
you came out of the closet, all right."